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 Malaysia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin 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 Godley & Creme to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Roxy Music,
the Soft Cell,
Television Personalities,
The Evens,
Marvin Gaye,
Minnie Riperton,
cv313,
Scientists,
The Last Poets,
Arab on Radar,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
F. McDonald,
Average White Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Japan,
Eric B and Rakim,
CMW,
Patti Smith,
Interpol,
The Martian,
Harmonia,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Count Five,
The Grass Roots,
Section 25,
Kaleidoscope,
Peter and Kerry,
Mandrill,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jeru the Damaja,
In Retrospect,
Thompson Twins,
Harry Pussy,
Maleditus Sound,
Ken Boothe,
The Angels of Light,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scion,
Jawbox,
Minor Threat,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Germs,
Don Cherry,
Kayak,
Brand Nubian,
The Dirtbombs,
The Golliwogs,
Jeff Mills,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sixth Finger,
Kenny Larkin,
Reuben Wilson,
Ossler,
The Associates,
The Saints,
The Blues Magoos,
Mark Hollis,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.