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 Benin and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Hot Snakes to the electroclash 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
The Vogues,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Association,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pet Shop Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
Hot Snakes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cybotron,
Mary Jane Girls,
Excepter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hardrive,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Gun Club,
the Bar-Kays,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Chris & Cosey,
Fela Kuti,
Cluster,
Brick,
Stiv Bators,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Oblivians,
Skriet,
Neil Young,
Barclay James Harvest,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Selecter,
Marshall Jefferson,
Skaos,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Saccharine Trust,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Absolute Body Control,
Radio Birdman,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fortunes,
Ponytail,
Leonard Cohen,
Rites of Spring,
Nation of Ulysses,
Michelle Simonal,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
David McCallum,
The Sonics,
The Gories,
Bad Manners,
Eddi Front,
Yazoo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Make Up,
Morten Harket,
Isaac Hayes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Harpers Bizarre,
Yaz,
Eli Mardock,
Alison Limerick,
Jeff Mills,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.