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 Mauritius and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 KRS-One to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Cowsills,
Black Flag,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pierre Henry,
Minnie Riperton,
Lou Christie,
Circle Jerks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Prince Buster,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sun City Girls,
Skriet,
The Vogues,
Alton Ellis,
Grauzone,
June of 44,
Mantronix,
K-Klass,
The Moleskins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Sisters of Mercy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Organ,
Mr. Review,
Flipper,
Albert Ayler,
KRS-One,
Surgeon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mad Mike,
Rosa Yemen,
Trumans Water,
Tomorrow,
Royal Trux,
Sound Behaviour,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pulsallama,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tropical Tobacco,
Reagan Youth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
This Heat,
Rapeman,
Stockholm Monsters,
Television,
Fad Gadget,
The Angels of Light,
10cc,
Nick Fraelich,
Skaos,
The Zeros,
The Fall,
Carl Craig,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Dirtbombs,
Arthur Verocai,
The Red Krayola,
Lightning Bolt,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.