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 Jordan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
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 guitar 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 Prince Buster to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Groovy Waters,
Sparks,
Arab on Radar,
Buzzcocks,
F. McDonald,
U.S. Maple,
Slave,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mo-Dettes,
Laurel Aitken,
Severed Heads,
June of 44,
Bad Manners,
The Busters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scratch Acid,
Newcleus,
Adolescents,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lou Christie,
Electric Light Orchestra,
David Axelrod,
Can,
The Kinks,
Bobby Byrd,
Dennis Brown,
Wings,
The Gun Club,
the Fania All-Stars,
Second Layer,
a-ha,
X-101,
Juan Atkins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Oneida,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pierre Henry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Reuben Wilson,
The Star Department,
The Raincoats,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Holt,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ken Boothe,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Unwound,
Swell Maps,
The Standells,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Monolake,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Moon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gabor Szabo,
Chris & Cosey,
Agent Orange,
Frankie Knuckles,
Deepchord,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.