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 Paraguay and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Sound Behaviour,
Throbbing Gristle,
Chrome,
Junior Murvin,
Harry Pussy,
Connie Case,
Harpers Bizarre,
Traffic Nightmare,
Reuben Wilson,
Ornette Coleman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Barbara Tucker,
Franke,
Prince Buster,
Wally Richardson,
Sixth Finger,
Agitation Free,
One Last Wish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ronan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Robert Hood,
The Human League,
Alison Limerick,
Sam Rivers,
Dennis Brown,
Public Enemy,
June of 44,
Yellowson,
Monks,
The Young Rascals,
The Red Krayola,
Massinfluence,
Guru Guru,
Eve St. Jones,
Tim Buckley,
Sandy B,
Soft Cell,
The Selecter,
Archie Shepp,
Nas,
Negative Approach,
Nick Fraelich,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Leaves,
Lower 48,
Jerry's Kids,
The Modern Lovers,
Stetsasonic,
The Cramps,
Livin' Joy,
Lightning Bolt,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Barracudas,
Bauhaus,
Warsaw,
Fatback Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.