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 Cameroon and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Matthew Bourne to the crunk 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Cramps,
Subhumans,
The Fall,
Kenny Larkin,
Skaos,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Real Kids,
Thee Headcoats,
Ten City,
LL Cool J,
The Associates,
Warren Ellis,
Magazine,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jandek,
Eddi Front,
CMW,
Marshall Jefferson,
Metal Thangz,
The Slackers,
Gang Green,
Donny Hathaway,
Alison Limerick,
The Human League,
The Cowsills,
Gong,
Frankie Knuckles,
ABC,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crash Course in Science,
Altered Images,
Minnie Riperton,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Sound,
Essential Logic,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lalann,
World's Most,
Amon Düül II,
Scion,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sandy B,
Youth Brigade,
Intrusion,
Pantaleimon,
KRS-One,
The Trojans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Zapp,
Jerry's Kids,
Thompson Twins,
Pet Shop Boys,
Peter and Kerry,
Kerri Chandler,
The Offenders,
Mark Hollis,
China Crisis,
D'Angelo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Quadrant,
The Techniques,
Dave Gahan,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.