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 Mongolia and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Mantronix,
The Birthday Party,
Nik Kershaw,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Toni Rubio,
The Smiths,
Japan,
Symarip,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Human League,
Slick Rick,
Sarah Menescal,
The Modern Lovers,
Blossom Toes,
Bronski Beat,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Monolake,
Black Moon,
The Selecter,
Theoretical Girls,
the Sonics,
The Human League,
Mandrill,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Desert Stars,
Curtis Mayfield,
Suicide,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Make Up,
Urselle,
The Red Krayola,
Ornette Coleman,
Outsiders,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Offenders,
Stetsasonic,
The Slackers,
Eric Copeland,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joy Division,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Divine Comedy,
New Order,
Altered Images,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fire Engines,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fela Kuti,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Man Parrish,
Eli Mardock,
Black Sheep,
the Normal,
Skarface,
Joe Finger,
Alton Ellis,
Swans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barclay James Harvest,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.