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 Burkina and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Ultra Naté to the electroclash 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Offenders,
Monks,
Sex Pistols,
Pussy Galore,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crash Course in Science,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Negative Approach,
Scott Walker,
The Slits,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marine Girls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marvin Gaye,
Gabor Szabo,
The United States of America,
Magazine,
The Mummies,
Scan 7,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Q and Not U,
Danielle Patucci,
One Last Wish,
Duran Duran,
The Gories,
Dawn Penn,
The Monks,
Tears for Fears,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sam Rivers,
The Red Krayola,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Kinks,
Chris Corsano,
10cc,
Peter & Gordon,
Dead Boys,
Brand Nubian,
Make Up,
Mo-Dettes,
Prince Buster,
Excepter,
The Pretty Things,
Rosa Yemen,
Funky Four + One,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jimmy McGriff,
Maleditus Sound,
Skarface,
This Heat,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.