Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Congo and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Lonnie Liston Smith to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Thee Headcoats,
Procol Harum,
The Smoke,
Circle Jerks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Deadbeat,
Theoretical Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sparks,
The Stooges,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lakeside,
Dave Gahan,
Mandrill,
Isaac Hayes,
Iggy Pop,
The Real Kids,
Rakim,
Trumans Water,
Pantaleimon,
Depeche Mode,
Goldenarms,
Basic Channel,
The Durutti Column,
Darondo,
Essential Logic,
Japan,
Cybotron,
Brass Construction,
The Star Department,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ornette Coleman,
Popol Vuh,
Ice-T,
The Litter,
The J.B.'s,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Chris Corsano,
Michelle Simonal,
Pere Ubu,
Schoolly D,
Johnny Osbourne,
Qualms,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Foxx,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alison Limerick,
Kerrie Biddell,
Yaz,
The Red Krayola,
The Move,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fuzztones,
Dorothy Ashby,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
James White and The Blacks,
KRS-One,
Moby Grape,
Amon Düül,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.