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 India and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Boz Scaggs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Gabor Szabo,
Massinfluence,
Jeff Lynne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Adolescents,
Loose Ends,
Sonic Youth,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Raincoats,
Ossler,
Fluxion,
Interpol,
Chrome,
Chris Corsano,
Hardrive,
E-Dancer,
Howard Jones,
Fat Boys,
Matthew Halsall,
The Moleskins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
X-101,
Junior Murvin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Cale,
Swans,
Los Fastidios,
Mantronix,
Negative Approach,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Leaves,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nils Olav,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kerrie Biddell,
Man Parrish,
Letta Mbulu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Yellowson,
Angry Samoans,
Sound Behaviour,
Henry Cow,
Joensuu 1685,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Monolake,
The Fugs,
Technova,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Section 25,
Sandy B,
Rekid,
Mo-Dettes,
Banda Bassotti,
Spoonie Gee,
X-Ray Spex,
The Gun Club,
Arab on Radar,
Amon Düül II,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.