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 Singapore and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes 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 Moebius to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Cybotron,
Nas,
Bush Tetras,
Inner City,
John Lydon,
The Stooges,
Ultimate Spinach,
Metal Thangz,
Sun City Girls,
Harry Pussy,
Banda Bassotti,
The Divine Comedy,
Warren Ellis,
Nick Fraelich,
Ultra Naté,
Gerry Rafferty,
U.S. Maple,
Grandmaster Flash,
Franke,
Amon Düül II,
Pharoah Sanders,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
CMW,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sound Behaviour,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mars,
Harpers Bizarre,
Au Pairs,
Peter & Gordon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Victims,
Theoretical Girls,
the Swans,
The Fortunes,
Michelle Simonal,
Lakeside,
Moss Icon,
Radio Birdman,
Boredoms,
Reuben Wilson,
Procol Harum,
Jacob Miller,
Joyce Sims,
Carl Craig,
The Vogues,
Ponytail,
The Modern Lovers,
Q and Not U,
Todd Terry,
Black Bananas,
Neu!,
Dual Sessions,
Yazoo,
Bluetip,
The Mummies,
This Heat,
The Skatalites,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.