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 Czech Republic and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer 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 The Names to the techno 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Cymande,
Wire,
Bizarre Inc.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
K-Klass,
Lindisfarne,
The Slackers,
The Litter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sound Behaviour,
Ludus,
Black Moon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kool Moe Dee,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Martian,
Ultravox,
Spandau Ballet,
Mandrill,
Gang of Four,
The Dead C,
R.M.O.,
The Monks,
The Seeds,
kango's stein massive,
Blancmange,
Interpol,
Byron Stingily,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Red Krayola,
LL Cool J,
The Raincoats,
Siglo XX,
Joensuu 1685,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Talk Talk,
The Move,
H. Thieme,
David Axelrod,
Lakeside,
Matthew Bourne,
Donald Byrd,
Radio Birdman,
Prince Buster,
PIL,
Minny Pops,
Bush Tetras,
Big Daddy Kane,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Misunderstood,
Wolf Eyes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eric Copeland,
Technova,
Bauhaus,
Brick,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.