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 Germany and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Youth Brigade to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Matthew Halsall,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Talk Talk,
Mark Hollis,
Bootsy Collins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Judy Mowatt,
Darondo,
Nico,
Half Japanese,
Joyce Sims,
The Cramps,
The Leaves,
The Velvet Underground,
the Fania All-Stars,
R.M.O.,
Althea and Donna,
Goldenarms,
Model 500,
Ludus,
Marc Almond,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crispy Ambulance,
a-ha,
Ronnie Foster,
John Holt,
cv313,
Depeche Mode,
Rakim,
Ultravox,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sparks,
Lyres,
DJ Style,
Bluetip,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Byrd,
Alison Limerick,
Los Fastidios,
Lou Christie,
Main Source,
Infiniti,
Scientists,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Juan Atkins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joe Smooth,
Flamin' Groovies,
Organ,
Amon Düül,
X-101,
La Düsseldorf,
The Seeds,
The Angels of Light,
Patti Smith,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Funkadelic,
Wasted Youth,
Sister Nancy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.