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 Azerbaijan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba 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 Cameo to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
The Modern Lovers,
Cecil Taylor,
Archie Shepp,
The Five Americans,
Lalann,
Sexual Harrassment,
Interpol,
New Age Steppers,
The Grass Roots,
Fela Kuti,
The Buckinghams,
Piero Umiliani,
Visage,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nick Fraelich,
Soul II Soul,
the Human League,
Danielle Patucci,
Robert Hood,
New Order,
Lakeside,
The Tremeloes,
X-Ray Spex,
Sparks,
Pylon,
Skarface,
Cluster,
The Cramps,
DJ Sneak,
The Human League,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Deadbeat,
Oblivians,
Thee Headcoats,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tom Boy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sun Ra,
Joe Smooth,
The Invisible,
Jeff Lynne,
Warren Ellis,
The Busters,
Brothers Johnson,
Depeche Mode,
R.M.O.,
The Fugs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Associates,
Marvin Gaye,
Bad Manners,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Sonics,
Excepter,
John Foxx,
The Fall,
Aswad,
Stiv Bators,
Soul Sonic Force,
Arab on Radar,
Flipper,
The Evens,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.