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 India 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ 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 Gang Gang Dance to the techno 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tres Demented,
Sällskapet,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fluxion,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Visage,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Slick Rick,
Subhumans,
the Bar-Kays,
Desert Stars,
The Vogues,
Procol Harum,
Flash Fearless,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Aural Exciters,
Q65,
Hardrive,
Marmalade,
the Slits,
Dave Gahan,
The Evens,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Smoke,
Goldenarms,
Delta 5,
Bizarre Inc.,
Leonard Cohen,
Fat Boys,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Electric Prunes,
The Walker Brothers,
Parry Music,
Deakin,
The Cowsills,
Cluster,
Sixth Finger,
Colin Newman,
Chris & Cosey,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jeff Lynne,
Newcleus,
Tim Buckley,
Drexciya,
Terry Callier,
Bill Near,
Minny Pops,
Joy Division,
Archie Shepp,
The Pop Group,
Barrington Levy,
Icehouse,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sonny Sharrock,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.