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 Togo and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Susan Cadogan to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Wire,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Maurizio,
The Techniques,
Black Moon,
The Doors,
Quando Quango,
Gang Starr,
Newcleus,
JFA,
Pere Ubu,
Scratch Acid,
Crispian St. Peters,
Massinfluence,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rod Modell,
Danielle Patucci,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Grass Roots,
Sarah Menescal,
Cheater Slicks,
Tubeway Army,
Sun Ra,
The Durutti Column,
Yazoo,
New Order,
The Tremeloes,
Popol Vuh,
Minutemen,
Electric Prunes,
T.S.O.L.,
Rotary Connection,
Susan Cadogan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Residents,
John Lydon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Prince Buster,
Ponytail,
Dual Sessions,
John Coltrane,
Big Daddy Kane,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Sheep,
Goldenarms,
Pantaleimon,
Bobby Womack,
The Offenders,
Derrick Morgan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pagans,
Television Personalities,
Malaria!,
the Sonics,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bill Near,
Inner City,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.