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 Mali and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer 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 Aswad to the funk 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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cecil Taylor,
The Smoke,
Barry Ungar,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Reagan Youth,
Black Sheep,
Livin' Joy,
The Black Dice,
Jacques Brel,
Gichy Dan,
Peter and Kerry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sun City Girls,
Tres Demented,
Outsiders,
Aural Exciters,
Minor Threat,
Blake Baxter,
Pagans,
The Evens,
Eve St. Jones,
Lakeside,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hardrive,
The Seeds,
The United States of America,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bluetip,
A Certain Ratio,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Deadbeat,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kurtis Blow,
Roxy Music,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Make Up,
Japan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Erasure,
Inner City,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Babytalk,
Accadde A,
Scratch Acid,
Marmalade,
Bobby Sherman,
Jeff Mills,
Lalo Schifrin,
Technova,
Arthur Verocai,
Jandek,
The Remains,
Brand Nubian,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joyce Sims,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Pus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.