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 Bulgaria and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Absolute Body Control to the jazz 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Black Moon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
CMW,
Roger Hodgson,
Circle Jerks,
the Sonics,
Silicon Teens,
Dark Day,
Sex Pistols,
Deadbeat,
Niagra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
David Bowie,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soul II Soul,
Visage,
Avey Tare,
Alice Coltrane,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Frankie Knuckles,
B.T. Express,
Cal Tjader,
Public Enemy,
kango's stein massive,
DJ Style,
The Human League,
Arcadia,
Rotary Connection,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bush Tetras,
Ultra Naté,
Blossom Toes,
The Birthday Party,
PIL,
Deakin,
Radio Birdman,
The Knickerbockers,
Gang of Four,
MDC,
Popol Vuh,
Kerri Chandler,
Matthew Bourne,
The United States of America,
Ronan,
Barbara Tucker,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fortunes,
Pierre Henry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Skatalites,
Mandrill,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Sonics,
The Raincoats,
Girls At Our Best!,
Groovy Waters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.