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 Nepal and from Beijing.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Big Daddy Kane,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Minor Threat,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Wake,
Yaz,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Youth Brigade,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joyce Sims,
Angry Samoans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Beau Brummels,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
A Certain Ratio,
MDC,
Rapeman,
Make Up,
Joe Finger,
Theoretical Girls,
The Stooges,
H. Thieme,
Aural Exciters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Panda Bear,
Alison Limerick,
The Gun Club,
Jeru the Damaja,
Colin Newman,
Derrick May,
Grauzone,
Deakin,
The Count Five,
Terry Callier,
Vainqueur,
Sam Rivers,
Lou Christie,
Lungfish,
The Moleskins,
Thee Headcoats,
Deepchord,
Urselle,
The Pretty Things,
Suburban Knight,
Robert Wyatt,
Fad Gadget,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Buckinghams,
Symarip,
Quando Quango,
The Offenders,
Rekid,
Ultravox,
Q and Not U,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scott Walker,
Barbara Tucker,
The Birthday Party,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.