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 Argentina and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator 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 Loose Ends to the electroclash 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Angry Samoans,
the Soft Cell,
D'Angelo,
The Move,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scan 7,
Scion,
Fear,
John Cale,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jacques Brel,
Marc Almond,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Real Kids,
Brick,
Ice-T,
Banda Bassotti,
Gang Starr,
Technova,
Section 25,
The Smiths,
Eddi Front,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rod Modell,
The Gap Band,
The Mojo Men,
Organ,
Ralphi Rosario,
Second Layer,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Bar-Kays,
Tubeway Army,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
FM Einheit,
The Cowsills,
Con Funk Shun,
Urselle,
Hardrive,
The Pretty Things,
Public Enemy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Deadbeat,
Kerrie Biddell,
Harry Pussy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Liliput,
Rosa Yemen,
Dave Gahan,
The Knickerbockers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Blues Magoos,
The Human League,
The Gladiators,
Saccharine Trust,
Joey Negro,
U.S. Maple,
Mantronix,
Sly & The Family Stone,
AZ,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.