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 Liechtenstein and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
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 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 Anthony Braxton to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Can,
10cc,
Soulsonic Force,
The Raincoats,
Subhumans,
Roxette,
Bobby Sherman,
The American Breed,
New Order,
Organ,
Jesper Dahlback,
Niagra,
MC5,
Colin Newman,
Television Personalities,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Flag,
Drexciya,
Underground Resistance,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Skaos,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
This Heat,
Moby Grape,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sparks,
The Doors,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Warsaw,
Bauhaus,
Lebanon Hanover,
David Axelrod,
Slave,
Royal Trux,
Y Pants,
Rites of Spring,
Suicide,
The Dead C,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Freddie Wadling,
Visage,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kaleidoscope,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Donny Hathaway,
Goldenarms,
Lightning Bolt,
Swell Maps,
Gichy Dan,
Hoover,
ABC,
John Coltrane,
Sun City Girls,
Rakim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eli Mardock,
The Grass Roots,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Seeds,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.