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 Iraq and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Interpol to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Grauzone,
Monks,
World's Most,
Eden Ahbez,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sexual Harrassment,
Procol Harum,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wally Richardson,
Piero Umiliani,
Althea and Donna,
The Names,
Avey Tare,
Bootsy Collins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
kango's stein massive,
Barry Ungar,
Fluxion,
Wings,
The Gap Band,
The Gun Club,
Pussy Galore,
Subhumans,
Wire,
Wolf Eyes,
New Age Steppers,
UT,
The Buckinghams,
a-ha,
Kerri Chandler,
Guru Guru,
Urselle,
Isaac Hayes,
Chris & Cosey,
The Slackers,
Gang Starr,
Ludus,
The Angels of Light,
Barrington Levy,
The Mojo Men,
Peter and Kerry,
The Music Machine,
Qualms,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jacques Brel,
L. Decosne,
Eli Mardock,
Rakim,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marvin Gaye,
Colin Newman,
Mantronix,
Lebanon Hanover,
H. Thieme,
Kaleidoscope,
Kenny Larkin,
Robert Wyatt,
The Searchers,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.