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 South Sudan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
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 808 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 8 Eyed Spy to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
DNA,
F. McDonald,
Roxette,
Soul II Soul,
Magazine,
Lindisfarne,
Soft Cell,
Morten Harket,
Piero Umiliani,
Supertramp,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Easy Going,
Dawn Penn,
Bill Wells,
Duran Duran,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nils Olav,
The Red Krayola,
Saccharine Trust,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ice-T,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Shoche,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
JFA,
Sparks,
Blake Baxter,
Wally Richardson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Shadows of Knight,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Arthur Verocai,
Crime,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Deadbeat,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Litter,
Grandmaster Flash,
LL Cool J,
The Durutti Column,
Bronski Beat,
New Order,
D'Angelo,
Clear Light,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nico,
Yaz,
Gang Green,
Suburban Knight,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fat Boys,
The Five Americans,
Buzzcocks,
Jeff Mills,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Moleskins,
a-ha,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nirvana,
Hot Snakes,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.