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 Brazil and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Sound Behaviour to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
China Crisis,
Sex Pistols,
ABC,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The J.B.'s,
Supertramp,
Angry Samoans,
The Mojo Men,
Sarah Menescal,
Janne Schatter,
Intrusion,
The Alarm Clocks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Al Stewart,
Flash Fearless,
the Bar-Kays,
Sound Behaviour,
Nils Olav,
Anthony Braxton,
The Angels of Light,
LL Cool J,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Echospace,
Alphaville,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ice-T,
Yusef Lateef,
X-101,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nirvana,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Association,
K-Klass,
Yazoo,
The Cowsills,
Suburban Knight,
Spandau Ballet,
Lou Christie,
Derrick May,
The Monks,
Drexciya,
The Fortunes,
Circle Jerks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Terry Callier,
Fluxion,
Amazonics,
John Foxx,
R.M.O.,
The Move,
Sly & The Family Stone,
FM Einheit,
Wings,
Robert Görl,
Pere Ubu,
Rekid,
Scion,
Blake Baxter,
Tomorrow,
Boogie Down Productions,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.