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 Poland and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Quadrant to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Prince Buster,
Janne Schatter,
Nils Olav,
Urselle,
Zero Boys,
Cecil Taylor,
Lalann,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Throbbing Gristle,
Frankie Knuckles,
T.S.O.L.,
Josef K,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Tremeloes,
Roxette,
Jeru the Damaja,
Make Up,
Tim Buckley,
The Remains,
Joey Negro,
The Smoke,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dual Sessions,
Henry Cow,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Pus,
Archie Shepp,
Soft Cell,
Nas,
Brothers Johnson,
Rod Modell,
Kayak,
Negative Approach,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Young Rascals,
A Certain Ratio,
China Crisis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Clear Light,
Warren Ellis,
The Divine Comedy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Moebius,
Los Fastidios,
New Age Steppers,
Jeff Mills,
The J.B.'s,
Kerrie Biddell,
Au Pairs,
The Fortunes,
Bobby Sherman,
8 Eyed Spy,
L. Decosne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Associates,
La Düsseldorf,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joe Smooth,
Thompson Twins,
Khruangbin,
Ultra Naté,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.