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 Paraguay and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Al Stewart to the techno 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Pharoah Sanders,
FM Einheit,
Junior Murvin,
Fluxion,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Human League,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Radio Birdman,
The Young Rascals,
Unrelated Segments,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Brick,
Bauhaus,
Arthur Verocai,
Intrusion,
Chrome,
Model 500,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
PIL,
Mad Mike,
Charles Mingus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scion,
Pylon,
Byron Stingily,
Can,
Neu!,
Mark Hollis,
Yellowson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Moby Grape,
Ultimate Spinach,
Flamin' Groovies,
Absolute Body Control,
Cybotron,
One Last Wish,
June Days,
Black Flag,
The Mummies,
Sam Rivers,
the Soft Cell,
Camberwell Now,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Television Personalities,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Andrew Hill,
The Remains,
Depeche Mode,
Kas Product,
Kerri Chandler,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Martian,
Warsaw,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Saccharine Trust,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Derrick May,
Interpol,
Altered Images,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.