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 Sweden and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro 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 Faust to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Hardrive,
Jesper Dahlback,
Panda Bear,
World's Most,
Mark Hollis,
Interpol,
Negative Approach,
Joey Negro,
Chris & Cosey,
the Sonics,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rapeman,
Sonic Youth,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Quadrant,
Index,
The Pop Group,
Colin Newman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Saints,
Con Funk Shun,
Zapp,
Crime,
Flash Fearless,
Second Layer,
The Evens,
Amazonics,
Groovy Waters,
the Normal,
Eve St. Jones,
Ken Boothe,
Infiniti,
Susan Cadogan,
Crispian St. Peters,
AZ,
Funky Four + One,
The Grass Roots,
Boz Scaggs,
LL Cool J,
Rakim,
Moebius,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jeff Mills,
Oneida,
10cc,
China Crisis,
X-Ray Spex,
Lyres,
Agent Orange,
Yazoo,
Roxy Music,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cal Tjader,
B.T. Express,
KRS-One,
Ludus,
Dead Boys,
Television,
Arcadia,
MDC,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.