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 Oman and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 R.M.O. to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Amazonics,
Banda Bassotti,
DJ Style,
Simply Red,
Gong,
Aural Exciters,
Boogie Down Productions,
CMW,
Deadbeat,
Sarah Menescal,
Angry Samoans,
Yusef Lateef,
K-Klass,
Moebius,
Siglo XX,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rites of Spring,
The Fire Engines,
Yazoo,
Warsaw,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Circle Jerks,
Sister Nancy,
Matthew Bourne,
Janne Schatter,
Visage,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jeff Lynne,
Throbbing Gristle,
Leonard Cohen,
The Modern Lovers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Das Ding,
Electric Prunes,
Fad Gadget,
Liliput,
The Count Five,
Grey Daturas,
U.S. Maple,
The Music Machine,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Last Poets,
The Skatalites,
Pet Shop Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ronnie Foster,
Buzzcocks,
Reuben Wilson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Max Romeo,
The Neon Judgement,
The Toasters,
OOIOO,
The Kinks,
Jacques Brel,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Divine Comedy,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.