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 Germany and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum 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 Talk Talk to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Agent Orange,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Deakin,
Bill Wells,
Agitation Free,
the Sonics,
Guru Guru,
Technova,
Delta 5,
Monolake,
John Lydon,
X-102,
Cal Tjader,
New Order,
The Cure,
The Beau Brummels,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fluxion,
Skarface,
Gang of Four,
Neu!,
The Pretty Things,
Crime,
Scion,
Japan,
The Durutti Column,
X-101,
Organ,
Vainqueur,
DNA,
The Offenders,
Moebius,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Swans,
Spandau Ballet,
Alison Limerick,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mark Hollis,
New York Dolls,
Nils Olav,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fat Boys,
La Düsseldorf,
Tim Buckley,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sun City Girls,
Sällskapet,
Q and Not U,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lindisfarne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Gap Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Velvet Underground,
Pere Ubu,
Sight & Sound,
The Black Dice,
Flamin' Groovies,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.