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 Seychelles and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 OOIOO to the dance 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Stiv Bators,
Drexciya,
the Human League,
The Electric Prunes,
Surgeon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lungfish,
Circle Jerks,
Sällskapet,
Excepter,
Lalo Schifrin,
Icehouse,
Franke,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Move,
Rotary Connection,
Reagan Youth,
Althea and Donna,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tommy Roe,
Colin Newman,
Robert Hood,
Rufus Thomas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bauhaus,
Lalann,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Donald Byrd,
The Offenders,
Parry Music,
Kaleidoscope,
Massinfluence,
Ossler,
The Gories,
Echospace,
Black Pus,
Pierre Henry,
The Golliwogs,
Yaz,
Hashim,
Prince Buster,
Metal Thangz,
Monolake,
Minny Pops,
U.S. Maple,
Television,
Thompson Twins,
The Angels of Light,
Brick,
Gabor Szabo,
Au Pairs,
Mark Hollis,
Brass Construction,
Maurizio,
Brothers Johnson,
Malaria!,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mr. Review,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.