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 Laos and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Essential Logic to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
The Skatalites,
James Chance & The Contortions,
This Heat,
The Flesh Eaters,
Loose Ends,
Fad Gadget,
The Blackbyrds,
The Tremeloes,
Archie Shepp,
K-Klass,
Sarah Menescal,
Procol Harum,
Avey Tare,
Isaac Hayes,
DNA,
Boz Scaggs,
Lightning Bolt,
CMW,
Prince Buster,
Ossler,
Rites of Spring,
Skarface,
Crooked Eye,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Moebius,
Mission of Burma,
Underground Resistance,
Scion,
Das Ding,
Kenny Larkin,
the Association,
10cc,
Severed Heads,
The Monochrome Set,
Popol Vuh,
The Black Dice,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crash Course in Science,
The Count Five,
Wally Richardson,
Bobby Womack,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sugar Minott,
Harpers Bizarre,
The New Christs,
Dennis Brown,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Mummies,
AZ,
Swell Maps,
Connie Case,
Marmalade,
Public Enemy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Slits,
Nas,
E-Dancer,
the Sonics,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.