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 Tajikistan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb 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 Bobby Womack to the funk 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Faust,
Quantec,
The Zeros,
Amazonics,
Mark Hollis,
F. McDonald,
The United States of America,
OOIOO,
Outsiders,
Roy Ayers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marc Almond,
Dark Day,
Moss Icon,
Laurel Aitken,
Y Pants,
Skriet,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Normal,
Cal Tjader,
Roxy Music,
Sparks,
Japan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Golliwogs,
Bronski Beat,
Sun City Girls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Silicon Teens,
Marmalade,
Aloha Tigers,
The Misunderstood,
Cybotron,
Donny Hathaway,
New York Dolls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Janne Schatter,
Nils Olav,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Stooges,
Crime,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Motorama,
Altered Images,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Unrelated Segments,
Wolf Eyes,
Jandek,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Susan Cadogan,
X-101,
Tears for Fears,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Electric Prunes,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.