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 Ghana and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Frankie Knuckles to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Monochrome Set,
The Misunderstood,
Rekid,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sexual Harrassment,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fugs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Steve Hackett,
Man Eating Sloth,
Swans,
The Stooges,
Gang Green,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The United States of America,
Radio Birdman,
Basic Channel,
Intrusion,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Flag,
Royal Trux,
Quando Quango,
Sun City Girls,
Quadrant,
Peter & Gordon,
Dual Sessions,
The Happenings,
Groovy Waters,
a-ha,
ABBA,
Mad Mike,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Arab on Radar,
John Holt,
Crispy Ambulance,
Albert Ayler,
Deadbeat,
Soulsonic Force,
The Raincoats,
The Sonics,
Barry Ungar,
Ludus,
Faraquet,
The Music Machine,
Youth Brigade,
Fugazi,
Pantaleimon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Aswad,
Lindisfarne,
Cecil Taylor,
Lungfish,
Bootsy Collins,
Country Teasers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soft Cell,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.