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 Vietnam and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the techno 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Visage,
David Axelrod,
Barry Ungar,
Altered Images,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scion,
Parry Music,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Invisible,
Gang Gang Dance,
China Crisis,
New Order,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eddi Front,
Fear,
Stiv Bators,
Eden Ahbez,
Ornette Coleman,
The Shadows of Knight,
Harmonia,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gichy Dan,
The Offenders,
Harry Pussy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Television,
Mission of Burma,
Fugazi,
Erykah Badu,
Scrapy,
Mo-Dettes,
Camberwell Now,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Silicon Teens,
The Standells,
Aaron Thompson,
Subhumans,
Quantec,
The Dave Clark Five,
Half Japanese,
Jeff Mills,
Crash Course in Science,
Das Ding,
X-Ray Spex,
Magazine,
Lightning Bolt,
Boogie Down Productions,
Duran Duran,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobby Sherman,
Mantronix,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Audionom,
Wings,
Ralphi Rosario,
Trumans Water,
Urselle,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.