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 Finland and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Maurizio to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
The Black Dice,
Von Mondo,
Joy Division,
Rites of Spring,
The Monks,
Basic Channel,
Ultravox,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ohio Players,
Judy Mowatt,
Joensuu 1685,
Shoche,
The Toasters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Glenn Branca,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Sound,
Das Ding,
These Immortal Souls,
PIL,
Symarip,
Gang Gang Dance,
DJ Style,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gerry Rafferty,
Todd Terry,
Yusef Lateef,
Hot Snakes,
Jeff Lynne,
Soul II Soul,
Jimmy McGriff,
Slick Rick,
Shuggie Otis,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Soft Cell,
Sun City Girls,
Brick,
Television,
kango's stein massive,
The Offenders,
Dead Boys,
Ituana,
Sandy B,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Donald Byrd,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sonic Youth,
The Real Kids,
Godley & Creme,
LL Cool J,
FM Einheit,
Fat Boys,
Sparks,
June Days,
Warren Ellis,
Altered Images,
Kas Product,
The Zeros,
Grandmaster Flash,
Buzzcocks,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.