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 Jordan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
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 harpsichord 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 Q65 to the disco 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kayak,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
T. Rex,
Bauhaus,
Dark Day,
Kevin Saunderson,
Silicon Teens,
Patti Smith,
The Move,
Bill Near,
Rites of Spring,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soul Sonic Force,
Al Stewart,
The Gap Band,
Tim Buckley,
Boogie Down Productions,
Schoolly D,
Archie Shepp,
Crash Course in Science,
Popol Vuh,
Brand Nubian,
Grauzone,
Marshall Jefferson,
Goldenarms,
Peter & Gordon,
Duran Duran,
Donald Byrd,
Johnny Osbourne,
June Days,
New Age Steppers,
Supertramp,
Bang On A Can,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Knickerbockers,
Motorama,
Mark Hollis,
Visage,
Newcleus,
FM Einheit,
In Retrospect,
The Offenders,
Scientists,
The Last Poets,
Absolute Body Control,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Yazoo,
Adolescents,
Tom Boy,
Panda Bear,
David McCallum,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Slick Rick,
Gong,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hashim,
Jeff Lynne,
Monks,
Index,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.