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 Togo and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar 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 Vladislav Delay to the funk 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey 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?
Gang of Four,
Monolake,
Marcia Griffiths,
Peter & Gordon,
The Kinks,
Brass Construction,
ABC,
Icehouse,
Blancmange,
New Order,
Funky Four + One,
Albert Ayler,
Swans,
D'Angelo,
Isaac Hayes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Germs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Prince Buster,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Mojo Men,
Yellowson,
48th St. Collective,
David McCallum,
The Seeds,
Heaven 17,
Underground Resistance,
Junior Murvin,
Ohio Players,
Khruangbin,
Pagans,
Parry Music,
Marine Girls,
Susan Cadogan,
Zero Boys,
Desert Stars,
Derrick May,
The Golliwogs,
Surgeon,
Todd Terry,
Rites of Spring,
Second Layer,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wally Richardson,
Silicon Teens,
Severed Heads,
Suburban Knight,
Archie Shepp,
Duran Duran,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joe Smooth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rosa Yemen,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jeff Lynne,
DJ Sneak,
The Fugs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
LL Cool J,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.