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 Lithuania and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare 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 Ornette Coleman to the punk 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
The Fortunes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sun Ra,
Lou Reed,
Derrick Morgan,
The Five Americans,
The Buckinghams,
Sandy B,
the Slits,
The Mummies,
Jeff Mills,
Minor Threat,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Martian,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Skatalites,
Little Man,
Joe Smooth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Arcadia,
Fat Boys,
The Durutti Column,
Cymande,
Archie Shepp,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sight & Sound,
The Fire Engines,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
World's Most,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rites of Spring,
Mantronix,
Brass Construction,
Youth Brigade,
Scrapy,
Altered Images,
David Axelrod,
Con Funk Shun,
Lightning Bolt,
John Coltrane,
Isaac Hayes,
Suburban Knight,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Basic Channel,
Infiniti,
Brick,
In Retrospect,
The Trojans,
New Order,
Andrew Hill,
Joensuu 1685,
Popol Vuh,
Erykah Badu,
Eric Dolphy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Arthur Verocai,
Ohio Players,
Soft Machine,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.