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 Kazakhstan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator 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 Howard Jones 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Jandek,
Whodini,
The Mummies,
Niagra,
Gabor Szabo,
Peter & Gordon,
U.S. Maple,
Minor Threat,
The Wake,
Piero Umiliani,
F. McDonald,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lakeside,
Marmalade,
Ultravox,
Radiopuhelimet,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Invisible,
Talk Talk,
H. Thieme,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
10cc,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fugs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eric Copeland,
Dave Gahan,
Wally Richardson,
Zapp,
Frankie Knuckles,
Erasure,
the Association,
The Angels of Light,
Black Sheep,
The Monks,
Qualms,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Radio Birdman,
Henry Cow,
The Star Department,
Warren Ellis,
The Blackbyrds,
Eddi Front,
Dennis Brown,
This Heat,
the Slits,
Cecil Taylor,
Blossom Toes,
Gang Starr,
Bootsy Collins,
The Gladiators,
Bill Wells,
Malaria!,
Todd Rundgren,
Q65,
Ohio Players,
Quadrant,
Jeff Lynne,
Excepter,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.