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 Djibouti and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord 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 Easy Going to the disco 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Cybotron,
Hasil Adkins,
Guru Guru,
John Lydon,
Skaos,
Harry Pussy,
Wasted Youth,
Maleditus Sound,
Lalann,
Sällskapet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Second Layer,
Loose Ends,
Fat Boys,
Deakin,
Dave Gahan,
Heaven 17,
Albert Ayler,
Arab on Radar,
Judy Mowatt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Maurizio,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed,
The American Breed,
The Pretty Things,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Real Kids,
Average White Band,
Alphaville,
Marine Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Holt,
Sight & Sound,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bizarre Inc.,
Josef K,
Masters at Work,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eden Ahbez,
Ludus,
Faraquet,
Ten City,
Scan 7,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Golliwogs,
Bad Manners,
Patti Smith,
Pantaleimon,
the Sonics,
Brothers Johnson,
Moby Grape,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Index,
The Skatalites,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sonny Sharrock,
Drexciya,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.