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 Ivory Coast and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 MDC to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rufus Thomas,
Boredoms,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joy Division,
The Gap Band,
F. McDonald,
One Last Wish,
Desert Stars,
Absolute Body Control,
Lungfish,
Half Japanese,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Brick,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bootsy Collins,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Durutti Column,
June Days,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Saints,
kango's stein massive,
Boogie Down Productions,
Robert Wyatt,
The Trojans,
the Normal,
Scott Walker,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ralphi Rosario,
Echospace,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sugar Minott,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rapeman,
KRS-One,
Gang Starr,
Agent Orange,
Bush Tetras,
Symarip,
Delta 5,
Josef K,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Blake Baxter,
Tomorrow,
Soulsonic Force,
Matthew Bourne,
Yaz,
Albert Ayler,
The Blackbyrds,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hashim,
Lakeside,
Gerry Rafferty,
JFA,
Andrew Hill,
Matthew Halsall,
Faraquet,
Eve St. Jones,
The Birthday Party,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.