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 Swaziland and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the techno 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
The J.B.'s,
Gong,
Delon & Dalcan,
Janne Schatter,
Quantec,
Vainqueur,
The Fire Engines,
June of 44,
Camberwell Now,
Rhythm & Sound,
T. Rex,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cecil Taylor,
The Gap Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Fifty Foot Hose,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scion,
The Kinks,
Royal Trux,
Sex Pistols,
Q and Not U,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Deepchord,
Ludus,
Jeff Mills,
June Days,
Lightning Bolt,
Fatback Band,
Drexciya,
E-Dancer,
The Birthday Party,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Thompson Twins,
The Five Americans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sister Nancy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Zapp,
Negative Approach,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Isaac Hayes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mo-Dettes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Freddie Wadling,
Eric Copeland,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Trumans Water,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marc Almond,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scott Walker,
The Fortunes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Donald Byrd,
Fat Boys,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.