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 Portugal and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum 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 Ultimate Spinach to the grime 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Ice-T,
Barrington Levy,
The Stooges,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Andrew Hill,
The Velvet Underground,
T.S.O.L.,
Slave,
Groovy Waters,
Pagans,
D'Angelo,
Grey Daturas,
Delta 5,
Smog,
Alice Coltrane,
Gabor Szabo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Excepter,
Make Up,
Blake Baxter,
Gichy Dan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pere Ubu,
Saccharine Trust,
the Bar-Kays,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fluxion,
Mr. Review,
Amon Düül,
Reuben Wilson,
Susan Cadogan,
Young Marble Giants,
Fela Kuti,
Black Pus,
The Seeds,
F. McDonald,
The Monks,
Symarip,
The Vogues,
Al Stewart,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Magma,
Wolf Eyes,
Cybotron,
The Kinks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kool Moe Dee,
Echospace,
Los Fastidios,
Wire,
Toni Rubio,
Scratch Acid,
John Coltrane,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Sonics,
Ludus,
Country Teasers,
Iggy Pop,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rotary Connection,
Von Mondo,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.