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 Serbia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe 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 Chris & Cosey to the techno 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Jeff Lynne,
Interpol,
Minutemen,
The Wake,
Duran Duran,
Urselle,
Wings,
June Days,
Prince Buster,
H. Thieme,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
New Order,
Hasil Adkins,
The Toasters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crooked Eye,
Motorama,
Marine Girls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ludus,
Second Layer,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Simply Red,
F. McDonald,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Invisible,
The Gap Band,
Public Enemy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Susan Cadogan,
the Human League,
The Litter,
ABC,
Lyres,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Dirtbombs,
Soulsonic Force,
The Residents,
Robert Wyatt,
The Smiths,
Soft Machine,
The Kinks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Grauzone,
Swans,
Animal Collective,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Stockholm Monsters,
L. Decosne,
The Fire Engines,
Rufus Thomas,
Charles Mingus,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Sonics,
June of 44,
Main Source,
Donny Hathaway,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Aswad,
Bobby Byrd,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.