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 Gambia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 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 Trumans Water to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Simply Red,
Underground Resistance,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Organ,
DJ Style,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
This Heat,
Black Sheep,
Kas Product,
Roxette,
the Sonics,
Magma,
Marine Girls,
Pussy Galore,
Amon Düül,
Wings,
Marvin Gaye,
Arab on Radar,
the Normal,
Be Bop Deluxe,
FM Einheit,
Duran Duran,
Warsaw,
Dead Boys,
Kaleidoscope,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Invisible,
John Foxx,
Black Moon,
Index,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fall,
Ohio Players,
Harmonia,
48th St. Collective,
Lou Reed,
Traffic Nightmare,
Surgeon,
The Buckinghams,
A Flock of Seagulls,
EPMD,
Au Pairs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Massinfluence,
Gichy Dan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jeff Lynne,
B.T. Express,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Throbbing Gristle,
Grey Daturas,
Severed Heads,
Technova,
10cc,
Piero Umiliani,
Archie Shepp,
Marcia Griffiths,
Yaz,
Glenn Branca,
Crime,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.