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 Russia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
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 Ultimate Spinach to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
B.T. Express,
Lou Christie,
Goldenarms,
Cameo,
The Tremeloes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Maurizio,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ken Boothe,
Joe Finger,
KRS-One,
DJ Sneak,
John Foxx,
Henry Cow,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Inner City,
Rhythm & Sound,
Slave,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scott Walker,
Crooked Eye,
Neu!,
Bill Wells,
Alice Coltrane,
Hot Snakes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bootsy Collins,
Alton Ellis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Newcleus,
Quantec,
The Modern Lovers,
Agent Orange,
Zero Boys,
Easy Going,
Arcadia,
Mars,
Dark Day,
Bobby Sherman,
Ohio Players,
10cc,
La Düsseldorf,
the Swans,
The Five Americans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soft Cell,
Marmalade,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Associates,
Rosa Yemen,
Erasure,
PIL,
Skaos,
Graham Central Station,
Roger Hodgson,
Saccharine Trust,
Joy Division,
Lyres,
Wasted Youth,
Brothers Johnson,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.