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 Sudan and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Cal Tjader to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Eurythmics,
Scion,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kayak,
JFA,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Andrew Hill,
Saccharine Trust,
Malaria!,
Alison Limerick,
Sandy B,
Flash Fearless,
Hardrive,
Peter and Kerry,
Arab on Radar,
Blancmange,
The Wake,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Inner City,
The Remains,
The Cure,
Wings,
Black Flag,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Birthday Party,
Chris Corsano,
Metal Thangz,
Nils Olav,
Index,
Ituana,
Con Funk Shun,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Anthony Braxton,
Banda Bassotti,
Althea and Donna,
the Association,
MDC,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Slave,
Prince Buster,
The Litter,
X-102,
Tim Buckley,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Suicide,
Echospace,
the Sonics,
Panda Bear,
Ohio Players,
Pulsallama,
UT,
Fugazi,
Skaos,
Tropical Tobacco,
Vainqueur,
Ossler,
The United States of America,
Pagans,
Ludus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.