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 Mongolia and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare 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 The Fortunes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Audionom,
Moby Grape,
Faust,
Judy Mowatt,
Delta 5,
Albert Ayler,
The Electric Prunes,
Skarface,
Reagan Youth,
Deakin,
The Tremeloes,
Brick,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Josef K,
Black Sheep,
The Pretty Things,
Rufus Thomas,
Ralphi Rosario,
Grey Daturas,
Sparks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Duran Duran,
Can,
Eddi Front,
Andrew Hill,
Zapp,
Erykah Badu,
Crispy Ambulance,
Donny Hathaway,
Camouflage,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Vogues,
La Düsseldorf,
The New Christs,
Quantec,
Electric Prunes,
Schoolly D,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lebanon Hanover,
The United States of America,
Harry Pussy,
June of 44,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cecil Taylor,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pole,
Sun City Girls,
Ultravox,
Warren Ellis,
cv313,
Man Parrish,
Franke,
Spandau Ballet,
Accadde A,
Suburban Knight,
The Seeds,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.