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 Micronesia and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Bootsy Collins,
New Order,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Womack,
Chrome,
David McCallum,
Stockholm Monsters,
Michelle Simonal,
Inner City,
Khruangbin,
Niagra,
the Fania All-Stars,
Grauzone,
Massinfluence,
Nils Olav,
Bluetip,
KRS-One,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Yusef Lateef,
Sarah Menescal,
Vladislav Delay,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roxette,
Pole,
Gang Gang Dance,
Guru Guru,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hot Snakes,
Goldenarms,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Remains,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Byrd,
U.S. Maple,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Subhumans,
Darondo,
Mr. Review,
Organ,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Angry Samoans,
Underground Resistance,
The Grass Roots,
Boz Scaggs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dead Boys,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hasil Adkins,
Joey Negro,
Erasure,
Amazonics,
Eli Mardock,
Dark Day,
the Normal,
the Soft Cell,
Tom Boy,
The Gap Band,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.