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 Somalia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1978 at the first Visage 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 Cheater Slicks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fortunes,
Pussy Galore,
Au Pairs,
Alphaville,
EPMD,
Robert Görl,
Sister Nancy,
World's Most,
X-101,
Nico,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ohio Players,
The Litter,
The Dirtbombs,
Excepter,
F. McDonald,
Boredoms,
Grey Daturas,
Groovy Waters,
Fatback Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Matthew Halsall,
The Moleskins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Deadbeat,
Section 25,
Supertramp,
Buzzcocks,
Kevin Saunderson,
MDC,
Suicide,
Skriet,
Niagra,
Todd Rundgren,
The Blackbyrds,
Tomorrow,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Carl Craig,
Unrelated Segments,
Bronski Beat,
Junior Murvin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Tremeloes,
Dark Day,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gerry Rafferty,
The New Christs,
Isaac Hayes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hardrive,
Wolf Eyes,
Hashim,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.