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 Vietnam and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 The Misunderstood to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Erykah Badu,
Blossom Toes,
The Moody Blues,
Grauzone,
The Martian,
Leonard Cohen,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jacob Miller,
Shoche,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Guru Guru,
Stiv Bators,
Underground Resistance,
The Evens,
Swans,
Harmonia,
Ossler,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tomorrow,
Bobby Sherman,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fugs,
The Knickerbockers,
Cluster,
Lou Christie,
Television,
Bronski Beat,
Blake Baxter,
Black Sheep,
Marvin Gaye,
Althea and Donna,
Joey Negro,
Bobby Hutcherson,
UT,
Yaz,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Godley & Creme,
Country Teasers,
The Modern Lovers,
Essential Logic,
Suicide,
the Human League,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fire Engines,
Index,
The Gladiators,
La Düsseldorf,
Agitation Free,
Porter Ricks,
Eric B and Rakim,
OOIOO,
June Days,
Sam Rivers,
AZ,
The Blackbyrds,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hardrive,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marshall Jefferson,
Boz Scaggs,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.