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 Slovakia and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Quando Quango to the funk 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Real Kids,
Glenn Branca,
The Smoke,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marmalade,
Essential Logic,
Amon Düül,
Scratch Acid,
Dead Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marc Almond,
Swans,
Arcadia,
La Düsseldorf,
Suburban Knight,
X-102,
Index,
Mantronix,
Wolf Eyes,
Zero Boys,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joey Negro,
Oblivians,
Bobby Byrd,
Unwound,
Black Flag,
the Soft Cell,
Alison Limerick,
Quantec,
Masters at Work,
The Raincoats,
Wasted Youth,
A Certain Ratio,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wings,
Dark Day,
Erykah Badu,
Danielle Patucci,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lungfish,
Supertramp,
Silicon Teens,
Byron Stingily,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kool Moe Dee,
Skaos,
Gang Green,
Chris & Cosey,
The Misunderstood,
Q65,
Cybotron,
Country Teasers,
Electric Prunes,
The Angels of Light,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.