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 Suriname and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 The Cowsills to the jazz 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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Lindisfarne,
Black Bananas,
Agitation Free,
The Remains,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cameo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sound Behaviour,
Yaz,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ohio Players,
The Searchers,
Colin Newman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mr. Review,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
China Crisis,
Aswad,
Panda Bear,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jesper Dahlback,
Vainqueur,
The Saints,
In Retrospect,
Ponytail,
A Certain Ratio,
The Martian,
Black Flag,
Yazoo,
Chris Corsano,
Man Parrish,
Traffic Nightmare,
Junior Murvin,
Patti Smith,
Cybotron,
Sonic Youth,
K-Klass,
Howard Jones,
FM Einheit,
Marvin Gaye,
Shuggie Otis,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Kinks,
Rakim,
Mad Mike,
The Flesh Eaters,
Massinfluence,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Anthony Braxton,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pussy Galore,
Gichy Dan,
Scratch Acid,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Faraquet,
Moebius,
The Names,
The United States of America,
Neil Young,
Alice Coltrane,
John Cale,
Piero Umiliani,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.