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 Kenya and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 ABBA to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Leonard Cohen,
The Grass Roots,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bang On A Can,
The Pop Group,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Angels of Light,
Darondo,
Qualms,
LL Cool J,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fall,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Severed Heads,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pulsallama,
Spandau Ballet,
Soul II Soul,
Sällskapet,
June of 44,
Dual Sessions,
Lalann,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dawn Penn,
Marine Girls,
kango's stein massive,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Radiohead,
Gabor Szabo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Outsiders,
Shuggie Otis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
David McCallum,
Moebius,
Aural Exciters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scrapy,
Byron Stingily,
Tears for Fears,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rosa Yemen,
Gregory Isaacs,
Country Teasers,
Rotary Connection,
Bob Dylan,
Patti Smith,
Howard Jones,
Eden Ahbez,
Faust,
Boredoms,
Toni Rubio,
Joey Negro,
Sugar Minott,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Albert Ayler,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Trojans,
World's Most,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.