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 Montenegro and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Crime to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marine Girls,
Eden Ahbez,
Schoolly D,
The Red Krayola,
Unrelated Segments,
MDC,
Saccharine Trust,
KRS-One,
Au Pairs,
Todd Terry,
Delon & Dalcan,
Johnny Clarke,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gang of Four,
The Alarm Clocks,
Al Stewart,
Cybotron,
Ponytail,
Flipper,
Yazoo,
Visage,
Jacques Brel,
Roy Ayers,
Mantronix,
Arthur Verocai,
Wings,
Hardrive,
Avey Tare,
Crash Course in Science,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Stooges,
Cymande,
Can,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rod Modell,
Bronski Beat,
Janne Schatter,
Tres Demented,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bill Wells,
The Moleskins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
David Bowie,
Royal Trux,
The Motions,
The Human League,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ice-T,
Letta Mbulu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Smiths,
Nas,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Wake,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Leaves,
Bobby Byrd,
Urselle,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.