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 Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Peter & Gordon to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cal Tjader,
Chris Corsano,
Oneida,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Idris Muhammad,
Con Funk Shun,
Desert Stars,
Man Parrish,
Kayak,
Lee Hazlewood,
Suburban Knight,
Crash Course in Science,
Marcia Griffiths,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Victims,
Lucky Dragons,
Neil Young,
Swans,
Make Up,
Jawbox,
Mantronix,
Dead Boys,
China Crisis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Matthew Halsall,
The Durutti Column,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roger Hodgson,
Circle Jerks,
Flash Fearless,
Crispy Ambulance,
Los Fastidios,
Gang of Four,
Spandau Ballet,
Freddie Wadling,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Al Stewart,
Bill Wells,
Michelle Simonal,
PIL,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fear,
Stetsasonic,
The Dirtbombs,
Danielle Patucci,
The Moody Blues,
Slick Rick,
Leonard Cohen,
The Dead C,
Anthony Braxton,
Gichy Dan,
Sällskapet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Litter,
Scan 7,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.