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 Iceland 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Bobby Womack 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Bush Tetras,
Shuggie Otis,
Adolescents,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mr. Review,
Cheater Slicks,
The Slackers,
Slave,
Urselle,
Brothers Johnson,
Nils Olav,
Mantronix,
Magazine,
Saccharine Trust,
Procol Harum,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Bar-Kays,
Infiniti,
Brass Construction,
Average White Band,
Royal Trux,
Eddi Front,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pole,
Organ,
Flipper,
Eve St. Jones,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Laurel Aitken,
Kenny Larkin,
Howard Jones,
Amazonics,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Youth Brigade,
Duran Duran,
10cc,
Eric Dolphy,
Sister Nancy,
the Normal,
The Mojo Men,
X-Ray Spex,
Pulsallama,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marine Girls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fat Boys,
The Fugs,
K-Klass,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ralphi Rosario,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soft Cell,
Television Personalities,
Gang Green,
Ultravox,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pierre Henry,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.