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 Portugal and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer 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 Peter and Kerry to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Nirvana,
The Velvet Underground,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nico,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Grass Roots,
Alphaville,
Fear,
Howard Jones,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Goldenarms,
The Smiths,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Spoonie Gee,
Steve Hackett,
The Mojo Men,
Sällskapet,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kerri Chandler,
Soft Cell,
Y Pants,
Arab on Radar,
Underground Resistance,
Newcleus,
Bob Dylan,
Harmonia,
The Fugs,
Alton Ellis,
Throbbing Gristle,
Neu!,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Amon Düül II,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Delta 5,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Oblivians,
Maurizio,
Ice-T,
Eddi Front,
Kenny Larkin,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Move,
Bobby Sherman,
Yazoo,
The Young Rascals,
The Five Americans,
The Pop Group,
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Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Blues Magoos,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Shoche,
Qualms,
Saccharine Trust,
Avey Tare,
MC5,
Cymande,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Amazonics,
Wasted Youth,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.