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 Burkina and from Mumbai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Lower 48 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Country Teasers,
Bobby Sherman,
Main Source,
The Remains,
The Vogues,
Unrelated Segments,
Nik Kershaw,
These Immortal Souls,
Surgeon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Danielle Patucci,
Glambeats Corp.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dead Boys,
Crispy Ambulance,
a-ha,
The Trojans,
The Walker Brothers,
The Dirtbombs,
Sound Behaviour,
John Cale,
The Electric Prunes,
Tommy Roe,
Porter Ricks,
Oblivians,
Bush Tetras,
Minnie Riperton,
Drive Like Jehu,
World's Most,
the Association,
The Moody Blues,
Black Bananas,
Royal Trux,
Minutemen,
Masters at Work,
Cecil Taylor,
Fugazi,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Johnny Clarke,
Ultra Naté,
Mark Hollis,
Unwound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pantaleimon,
The Standells,
David Axelrod,
Gang Starr,
Dawn Penn,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Suburban Knight,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fugs,
Talk Talk,
The Velvet Underground,
Pet Shop Boys,
Boredoms,
Marvin Gaye,
The Blues Magoos,
Procol Harum,
Loose Ends,
Bronski Beat,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.