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 Liechtenstein and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb 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 The Trojans to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Q65,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Symarip,
The Pop Group,
La Düsseldorf,
Monolake,
Erasure,
The Gap Band,
Flipper,
Mad Mike,
Bobby Sherman,
Subhumans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Harry Pussy,
Boredoms,
Carl Craig,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Seeds,
The Fuzztones,
David Bowie,
Donald Byrd,
Nick Fraelich,
Kenny Larkin,
Dual Sessions,
Ultravox,
Pet Shop Boys,
Schoolly D,
Average White Band,
Deakin,
Niagra,
Popol Vuh,
Cymande,
Siglo XX,
Main Source,
The Blues Magoos,
Colin Newman,
The Gories,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sandy B,
Procol Harum,
The Dead C,
Gong,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Drexciya,
Mo-Dettes,
Silicon Teens,
Aural Exciters,
Suburban Knight,
The Sound,
Henry Cow,
The Monks,
Magma,
Al Stewart,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Circle Jerks,
Thompson Twins,
Shoche,
Ludus,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.