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 San Marino and from Philadelphia.
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 Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator 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 Ten City to the jazz 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Qualms,
The New Christs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sexual Harrassment,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Interpol,
Slave,
Kenny Larkin,
Yazoo,
June Days,
Popol Vuh,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rosa Yemen,
Idris Muhammad,
Roger Hodgson,
New Order,
Sun Ra,
The Kinks,
Swell Maps,
Piero Umiliani,
Sight & Sound,
Glambeats Corp.,
Drexciya,
CMW,
DNA,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Royal Trux,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jacques Brel,
Cheater Slicks,
Masters at Work,
June of 44,
The Fortunes,
Sister Nancy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rakim,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Malaria!,
Simply Red,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Soft Cell,
Chris Corsano,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Barclay James Harvest,
Quando Quango,
Little Man,
Marine Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pylon,
Todd Terry,
Roxette,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pierre Henry,
The Skatalites,
The Black Dice,
Eric Copeland,
Fear,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.