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 Switzerland and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 the Soft Cell to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
The Saints,
Nas,
Soft Cell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Remains,
Donald Byrd,
Cal Tjader,
Tres Demented,
Mad Mike,
Skriet,
Gerry Rafferty,
Charles Mingus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Cowsills,
Fluxion,
Neu!,
Banda Bassotti,
Glambeats Corp.,
Visage,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fela Kuti,
UT,
Urselle,
Minor Threat,
Glenn Branca,
Reagan Youth,
Oblivians,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Peter & Gordon,
Graham Central Station,
Sound Behaviour,
Franke,
Albert Ayler,
The Misunderstood,
Wire,
Loose Ends,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sight & Sound,
Half Japanese,
Rhythm & Sound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
David Axelrod,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Piero Umiliani,
U.S. Maple,
Black Pus,
Marine Girls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Wake,
Derrick Morgan,
Henry Cow,
Rod Modell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alice Coltrane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Moby Grape,
PIL,
kango's stein massive,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kerri Chandler,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.