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 Jordan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Quantec to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
T.S.O.L.,
Das Ding,
Andrew Hill,
Letta Mbulu,
Laurel Aitken,
Masters at Work,
LL Cool J,
Ludus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Barbara Tucker,
The Music Machine,
Bobby Womack,
Chrome,
The Seeds,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bronski Beat,
The Toasters,
Jeff Lynne,
Magazine,
the Soft Cell,
Black Pus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Thee Headcoats,
Pere Ubu,
Rufus Thomas,
Radiohead,
David McCallum,
Patti Smith,
Cal Tjader,
Piero Umiliani,
The American Breed,
Can,
Dawn Penn,
Fear,
Ronnie Foster,
Circle Jerks,
Nik Kershaw,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mad Mike,
Zero Boys,
Desert Stars,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wasted Youth,
Susan Cadogan,
The Victims,
Warsaw,
Buzzcocks,
Wolf Eyes,
Suburban Knight,
The Gap Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Henry Cow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
F. McDonald,
Arcadia,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Stetsasonic,
Peter & Gordon,
Ultra Naté,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.