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 Korea North and from Madrid.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin 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 Nation of Ulysses to the techno 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Quantec,
Brand Nubian,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Soft Cell,
Iggy Pop,
Section 25,
Connie Case,
Susan Cadogan,
Jimmy McGriff,
DNA,
Eli Mardock,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fuzztones,
David McCallum,
Whodini,
Howard Jones,
The New Christs,
Carl Craig,
Brick,
Pole,
Trumans Water,
Roy Ayers,
The Moleskins,
The Smiths,
Ultravox,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Magma,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Birthday Party,
Grauzone,
Skarface,
8 Eyed Spy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Henry Cow,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Slave,
Dead Boys,
Scion,
Vladislav Delay,
Oblivians,
Youth Brigade,
Reuben Wilson,
Sonic Youth,
KRS-One,
Stiv Bators,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Colin Newman,
Alice Coltrane,
Yazoo,
Rites of Spring,
R.M.O.,
China Crisis,
Joe Smooth,
The Names,
Ludus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tim Buckley,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dorothy Ashby,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.