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 Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
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 Nick Fraelich to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Interpol,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roxette,
Eve St. Jones,
Nico,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Real Kids,
Tres Demented,
Popol Vuh,
X-Ray Spex,
The Gladiators,
Darondo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bauhaus,
Mission of Burma,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Divine Comedy,
Pulsallama,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Arthur Verocai,
Quantec,
Roger Hodgson,
Ultra Naté,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Donny Hathaway,
These Immortal Souls,
Lyres,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pole,
Gil Scott Heron,
Yazoo,
Silicon Teens,
Skriet,
The Tremeloes,
John Coltrane,
The Velvet Underground,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Matthew Bourne,
Boz Scaggs,
The Saints,
The Gun Club,
Peter and Kerry,
Kevin Saunderson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Cure,
Howard Jones,
Fatback Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Trojans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wally Richardson,
Yaz,
Erykah Badu,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.