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 Latvia and from Salvador.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the 808 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 Young Marble Giants to the rap 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Guru Guru,
The Star Department,
Jacob Miller,
Little Man,
Brand Nubian,
Eric Dolphy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ultimate Spinach,
Unwound,
Minor Threat,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Agitation Free,
Circle Jerks,
CMW,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cymande,
The Martian,
Pagans,
Brothers Johnson,
Bauhaus,
Interpol,
Buzzcocks,
PIL,
Scratch Acid,
The Kinks,
Sun Ra,
Mark Hollis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roxy Music,
Juan Atkins,
Dark Day,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pere Ubu,
Tim Buckley,
Lindisfarne,
The Monochrome Set,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kerrie Biddell,
June of 44,
The Real Kids,
Flash Fearless,
Half Japanese,
Skaos,
Chris Corsano,
Spoonie Gee,
Slave,
Roy Ayers,
Index,
Barrington Levy,
Yellowson,
Sandy B,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kas Product,
Sound Behaviour,
Marshall Jefferson,
Amazonics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dennis Brown,
The Names,
Eric Copeland,
Tom Boy,
Howard Jones,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.