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 Denmark and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Al Stewart to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Oneida,
the Germs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Basic Channel,
Ultimate Spinach,
Outsiders,
The Gun Club,
Lower 48,
Nation of Ulysses,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
MDC,
Glambeats Corp.,
Moss Icon,
Theoretical Girls,
Roger Hodgson,
Adolescents,
Byron Stingily,
Deadbeat,
Radio Birdman,
Quando Quango,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Motions,
Wire,
Darondo,
Sonny Sharrock,
FM Einheit,
Con Funk Shun,
Chris Corsano,
Alton Ellis,
Bad Manners,
The Cure,
Arab on Radar,
The American Breed,
Monks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Move,
Susan Cadogan,
Harmonia,
Isaac Hayes,
Judy Mowatt,
Jerry's Kids,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cal Tjader,
Pussy Galore,
Television,
X-Ray Spex,
The Monks,
Lakeside,
Slave,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Moby Grape,
Sun City Girls,
Qualms,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.