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 Indonesia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Cal Tjader to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Nils Olav,
Black Flag,
Graham Central Station,
Symarip,
AZ,
X-101,
The Tremeloes,
The Leaves,
Metal Thangz,
The J.B.'s,
The Gap Band,
Goldenarms,
Banda Bassotti,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kenny Larkin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Golliwogs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gerry Rafferty,
Royal Trux,
Thompson Twins,
Qualms,
Little Man,
The Buckinghams,
Panda Bear,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Human League,
Procol Harum,
Joensuu 1685,
Visage,
DJ Style,
the Slits,
Frankie Knuckles,
Blossom Toes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Boredoms,
Los Fastidios,
The Wake,
Gil Scott Heron,
Barry Ungar,
Reuben Wilson,
Severed Heads,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Adolescents,
Glenn Branca,
Clear Light,
Bad Manners,
The Five Americans,
Zero Boys,
Japan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Con Funk Shun,
Hashim,
Camberwell Now,
Popol Vuh,
Au Pairs,
The Smiths,
Gang Green,
The Zeros,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.