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 Nauru and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro 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 John Lydon to the electroclash 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Absolute Body Control,
CMW,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Sonics,
Bobby Byrd,
Robert Görl,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pere Ubu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Reuben Wilson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jawbox,
Bluetip,
Ludus,
Negative Approach,
Babytalk,
Inner City,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rotary Connection,
The Cowsills,
Ossler,
ABBA,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Lydon,
Todd Terry,
David Bowie,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Germs,
Bobby Sherman,
Leonard Cohen,
Tom Boy,
Harry Pussy,
The Golliwogs,
Guru Guru,
Jimmy McGriff,
cv313,
Kerri Chandler,
Suburban Knight,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roxette,
Robert Wyatt,
Wings,
Mark Hollis,
Bob Dylan,
Brand Nubian,
The Durutti Column,
Excepter,
Crooked Eye,
Slave,
The Offenders,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Judy Mowatt,
Monolake,
DJ Sneak,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Litter,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.