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 Zimbabwe and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the grunge 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Chris Corsano,
The Barracudas,
Banda Bassotti,
Kenny Larkin,
Bill Wells,
U.S. Maple,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Five Americans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Model 500,
cv313,
Kas Product,
Faraquet,
Maurizio,
Mantronix,
MDC,
Essential Logic,
Rekid,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mark Hollis,
Andrew Hill,
Bob Dylan,
AZ,
Groovy Waters,
MC5,
The Buckinghams,
Carl Craig,
Aaron Thompson,
Jeff Mills,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Trumans Water,
JFA,
Derrick May,
The Count Five,
Procol Harum,
Dead Boys,
Ludus,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Visage,
Y Pants,
Slave,
Clear Light,
Jerry's Kids,
Scion,
This Heat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Zero Boys,
One Last Wish,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rosa Yemen,
Dave Gahan,
a-ha,
The Divine Comedy,
Negative Approach,
Rufus Thomas,
A Certain Ratio,
The Invisible,
Ossler,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.