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 India and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin 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 Desert Stars to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
X-101,
Roxy Music,
Mars,
The Last Poets,
Popol Vuh,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Clear Light,
David Bowie,
Gong,
Darondo,
kango's stein massive,
Scrapy,
Vladislav Delay,
Sex Pistols,
the Soft Cell,
Sixth Finger,
AZ,
Yusef Lateef,
Cal Tjader,
Lalann,
Bang On A Can,
The Dave Clark Five,
PIL,
DJ Sneak,
The Blackbyrds,
Deepchord,
Shuggie Otis,
Model 500,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minnie Riperton,
Mantronix,
Rites of Spring,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Monks,
The Gun Club,
Ten City,
Davy DMX,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
L. Decosne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Groovy Waters,
Ossler,
The Toasters,
Janne Schatter,
Sound Behaviour,
Jacques Brel,
John Foxx,
The Slackers,
Black Moon,
Camouflage,
Pussy Galore,
Circle Jerks,
Wally Richardson,
Man Eating Sloth,
B.T. Express,
Stiv Bators,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Symarip,
the Bar-Kays,
The Durutti Column,
The Real Kids,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.