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 Hungary and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ 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 The Alarm Clocks to the funk 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Zero Boys,
Bang On A Can,
Wings,
Lalo Schifrin,
DNA,
Flipper,
Lee Hazlewood,
The New Christs,
Lalann,
Circle Jerks,
Model 500,
A Certain Ratio,
Crash Course in Science,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Yaz,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crime,
Tommy Roe,
Gabor Szabo,
Joe Finger,
Shuggie Otis,
Quando Quango,
Echospace,
Quantec,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Anthony Braxton,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gregory Isaacs,
Youth Brigade,
Ossler,
The Misunderstood,
Nirvana,
Organ,
Barry Ungar,
Monolake,
Sandy B,
Neu!,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Donald Byrd,
Faraquet,
Funkadelic,
LL Cool J,
John Lydon,
The Selecter,
Letta Mbulu,
The Smiths,
The Divine Comedy,
Scott Walker,
U.S. Maple,
Electric Prunes,
Television,
The Young Rascals,
Max Romeo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fire Engines,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
China Crisis,
Harry Pussy,
The Litter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.