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 Palau and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Delon & Dalcan to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
The Pretty Things,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Zeros,
Lungfish,
Icehouse,
Dead Boys,
Black Bananas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sonic Youth,
Japan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Terrestrial Tones,
Judy Mowatt,
Moby Grape,
Agent Orange,
Black Sheep,
Ornette Coleman,
The Neon Judgement,
The Associates,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Colin Newman,
Slick Rick,
a-ha,
Circle Jerks,
Johnny Clarke,
Idris Muhammad,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pagans,
The Divine Comedy,
EPMD,
Eric B and Rakim,
Livin' Joy,
Jeff Mills,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jeff Lynne,
The Last Poets,
The Angels of Light,
Reagan Youth,
Terry Callier,
Marc Almond,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Groovy Waters,
Ultravox,
KRS-One,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Deepchord,
Sun Ra,
the Soft Cell,
Swell Maps,
Throbbing Gristle,
Swans,
Section 25,
Suicide,
Minutemen,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sun City Girls,
Kerri Chandler,
Don Cherry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.