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 Haiti and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord 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 Simply Red to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Minnie Riperton,
Accadde A,
Section 25,
Josef K,
The Dave Clark Five,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marc Almond,
Judy Mowatt,
Shoche,
Henry Cow,
The Searchers,
Amon Düül II,
Royal Trux,
UT,
Reuben Wilson,
Nick Fraelich,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Absolute Body Control,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Quando Quango,
Bauhaus,
Aswad,
Archie Shepp,
Dorothy Ashby,
Neu!,
Fear,
The Raincoats,
Brick,
R.M.O.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kenny Larkin,
Model 500,
Bill Near,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Qualms,
Pole,
Smog,
Idris Muhammad,
Angry Samoans,
The Cramps,
Tommy Roe,
Grauzone,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Wake,
Urselle,
Marvin Gaye,
Joy Division,
Jerry's Kids,
Warsaw,
Sam Rivers,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Moon,
Brass Construction,
Barry Ungar,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jandek,
Bobby Womack,
Yaz,
David McCallum,
Prince Buster,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.