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 Fiji and from Accra.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar 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 Das Ding to the grime 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Janne Schatter,
The Grass Roots,
Marmalade,
Gregory Isaacs,
48th St. Collective,
Bob Dylan,
Subhumans,
Brand Nubian,
John Holt,
Iggy Pop,
Ultra Naté,
The Motions,
Lebanon Hanover,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
In Retrospect,
Kaleidoscope,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bill Near,
DNA,
Wings,
The Residents,
Rotary Connection,
Anthony Braxton,
Masters at Work,
Roxette,
Thee Headcoats,
Maurizio,
Half Japanese,
The Happenings,
Faraquet,
Nico,
The Last Poets,
Negative Approach,
the Germs,
DJ Sneak,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cymande,
Harmonia,
Q and Not U,
Magazine,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Amazonics,
Throbbing Gristle,
Donny Hathaway,
Mad Mike,
Das Ding,
Kas Product,
Joey Negro,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eddi Front,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Theoretical Girls,
Swans,
Black Moon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Andrew Hill,
John Foxx,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.