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 Vanuatu 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Flash Fearless to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Intrusion,
Sparks,
The Sound,
Severed Heads,
Swell Maps,
The Leaves,
Crash Course in Science,
The Gun Club,
Black Pus,
Technova,
Tom Boy,
Piero Umiliani,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Big Daddy Kane,
Prince Buster,
Joensuu 1685,
Blossom Toes,
The Zeros,
New York Dolls,
Henry Cow,
Guru Guru,
Bad Manners,
Harpers Bizarre,
Model 500,
Ronan,
Roxette,
David Axelrod,
Monolake,
Rakim,
Iggy Pop,
Thompson Twins,
Aloha Tigers,
Magma,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Franke,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Juan Atkins,
The Gladiators,
Moss Icon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Motorama,
Skaos,
Alison Limerick,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Music Machine,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nik Kershaw,
Fluxion,
Soft Machine,
The Tremeloes,
Spoonie Gee,
Malaria!,
The Modern Lovers,
the Human League,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
A Certain Ratio,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nation of Ulysses,
Arab on Radar,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.