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 Laos and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Trash.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Spandau Ballet,
The Doors,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Schoolly D,
Hoover,
Flamin' Groovies,
La Düsseldorf,
Y Pants,
Minnie Riperton,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Section 25,
Joy Division,
Gang Starr,
Jeff Lynne,
Sight & Sound,
Derrick Morgan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Pretty Things,
Arcadia,
The Young Rascals,
The Victims,
Kayak,
Circle Jerks,
Essential Logic,
The Martian,
Todd Terry,
A Certain Ratio,
The Move,
Fat Boys,
Das Ding,
Gichy Dan,
Iggy Pop,
Slick Rick,
Suicide,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Shuggie Otis,
The Doobie Brothers,
Grauzone,
Barclay James Harvest,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bob Dylan,
Agitation Free,
Letta Mbulu,
Amon Düül II,
The United States of America,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Carl Craig,
Public Enemy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Modern Lovers,
Barry Ungar,
The Moody Blues,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fall,
Warren Ellis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.