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 United States and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Godley & Creme to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
It's A Beautiful Day,
New Age Steppers,
the Slits,
Jeff Mills,
Stetsasonic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lebanon Hanover,
X-Ray Spex,
Magma,
Nick Fraelich,
Avey Tare,
OOIOO,
Joensuu 1685,
Half Japanese,
Model 500,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ultra Naté,
Rotary Connection,
Sex Pistols,
Moby Grape,
June of 44,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Howard Jones,
Man Eating Sloth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Searchers,
Brothers Johnson,
Subhumans,
Ludus,
The Dirtbombs,
Blossom Toes,
New Order,
The Zeros,
Kerrie Biddell,
Matthew Bourne,
R.M.O.,
Freddie Wadling,
Loose Ends,
Swell Maps,
Glambeats Corp.,
Severed Heads,
Thee Headcoats,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fatback Band,
Pylon,
Crash Course in Science,
Soft Cell,
Angry Samoans,
Slick Rick,
Pagans,
Bang On A Can,
Prince Buster,
Organ,
Public Image Ltd.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camouflage,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Warsaw,
Erykah Badu,
Kurtis Blow,
Darondo,
Lakeside,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.