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 Saudi Arabia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Goldenarms to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Star Department,
Dawn Penn,
Moss Icon,
Howard Jones,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Simply Red,
The Walker Brothers,
Skarface,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cameo,
Inner City,
Sex Pistols,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scan 7,
Reagan Youth,
Flash Fearless,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hoover,
The Divine Comedy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Happenings,
The Durutti Column,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobby Sherman,
Roy Ayers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Electric Prunes,
Pole,
Masters at Work,
The Zeros,
Desert Stars,
Rites of Spring,
Joensuu 1685,
Grandmaster Flash,
Absolute Body Control,
Curtis Mayfield,
MC5,
Harry Pussy,
EPMD,
Pylon,
A Certain Ratio,
H. Thieme,
The Remains,
Tubeway Army,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Idris Muhammad,
Gil Scott Heron,
Half Japanese,
Steve Hackett,
Rekid,
Swans,
Technova,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mr. Review,
Funkadelic,
Lou Reed,
The Wake,
China Crisis,
Black Pus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lightning Bolt,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.