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 Lebanon and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ 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 crunk 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
New Age Steppers,
The Neon Judgement,
Stetsasonic,
Johnny Clarke,
The Martian,
Charles Mingus,
David Axelrod,
Ohio Players,
John Coltrane,
Suicide,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Motions,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
MC5,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gang of Four,
Kurtis Blow,
Camberwell Now,
Yaz,
cv313,
Pere Ubu,
Amon Düül,
the Slits,
The Doors,
Ossler,
Brothers Johnson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Delon & Dalcan,
Minutemen,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Main Source,
Ultra Naté,
Spandau Ballet,
Bang On A Can,
Kerri Chandler,
Banda Bassotti,
Public Image Ltd.,
Avey Tare,
Man Parrish,
The Misunderstood,
The Selecter,
The Divine Comedy,
T.S.O.L.,
Frankie Knuckles,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Blackbyrds,
Skriet,
Crime,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ornette Coleman,
Loose Ends,
Erykah Badu,
China Crisis,
Joey Negro,
Eric Dolphy,
Sarah Menescal,
Interpol,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pylon,
The Smoke,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.