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 Bangladesh and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Pole 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Tears for Fears,
These Immortal Souls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Youth Brigade,
The Gap Band,
Gang of Four,
Matthew Bourne,
Buzzcocks,
Popol Vuh,
Stereo Dub,
Albert Ayler,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ituana,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lou Christie,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ten City,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sonic Youth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Arthur Verocai,
Alice Coltrane,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Shuggie Otis,
Little Man,
Peter and Kerry,
Fluxion,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Das Ding,
UT,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Divine Comedy,
Make Up,
Wings,
Bobby Womack,
Danielle Patucci,
Deakin,
Delon & Dalcan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Siglo XX,
The Music Machine,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hoover,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fear,
Niagra,
The Knickerbockers,
The Happenings,
Grey Daturas,
Lucky Dragons,
Gabor Szabo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Echospace,
KRS-One,
The Buckinghams,
X-102,
Prince Buster,
Franke,
Fat Boys,
Minutemen,
Anthony Braxton,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.