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 Barbados and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
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 clarinet 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 The Mojo Men to the crunk 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Animal Collective,
Unrelated Segments,
Bob Dylan,
Idris Muhammad,
Skarface,
Groovy Waters,
Los Fastidios,
Tom Boy,
Blancmange,
Bootsy Collins,
Leonard Cohen,
Avey Tare,
Crash Course in Science,
Mantronix,
Babytalk,
Warsaw,
The Gun Club,
Michelle Simonal,
Althea and Donna,
Nik Kershaw,
Whodini,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Piero Umiliani,
Amon Düül,
Godley & Creme,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Monolake,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ten City,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Standells,
Grauzone,
AZ,
Masters at Work,
The Young Rascals,
Donny Hathaway,
The Last Poets,
It's A Beautiful Day,
EPMD,
Eric Copeland,
Roxy Music,
Tres Demented,
Alison Limerick,
Sun Ra,
Sonny Sharrock,
Funky Four + One,
Make Up,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Invisible,
the Slits,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Henry Cow,
Magma,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.