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 Lesotho and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb 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 Scientists to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Flash Fearless,
The Gladiators,
China Crisis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Absolute Body Control,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Association,
the Normal,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Saccharine Trust,
Tomorrow,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sexual Harrassment,
Deepchord,
Johnny Clarke,
The Remains,
Thee Headcoats,
Dennis Brown,
Panda Bear,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jeff Mills,
Con Funk Shun,
Mission of Burma,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Japan,
The Stooges,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hashim,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Circle Jerks,
Buzzcocks,
Fluxion,
Dorothy Ashby,
Faust,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Al Stewart,
Fad Gadget,
The Fall,
the Swans,
Whodini,
Scion,
Deakin,
Animal Collective,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Foxx,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gabor Szabo,
The Dirtbombs,
Erasure,
Essential Logic,
Joyce Sims,
Eddi Front,
Maurizio,
Gong,
Ohio Players,
Zapp,
Organ,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
MC5,
The Beau Brummels,
The Golliwogs,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.