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 Philippines and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro 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 Carl Craig to the rap 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
the Soft Cell,
Anakelly,
Unwound,
DNA,
L. Decosne,
FM Einheit,
The Dirtbombs,
Sparks,
Hasil Adkins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bush Tetras,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ponytail,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Liliput,
Grandmaster Flash,
Silicon Teens,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rapeman,
Malaria!,
Grauzone,
the Sonics,
Model 500,
Radio Birdman,
Minutemen,
Dorothy Ashby,
Maleditus Sound,
T.S.O.L.,
Mark Hollis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
KRS-One,
The Music Machine,
AZ,
the Normal,
The Techniques,
Curtis Mayfield,
Althea and Donna,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Bananas,
Brass Construction,
Lindisfarne,
Whodini,
Deepchord,
Cluster,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Knickerbockers,
Nico,
Livin' Joy,
Danielle Patucci,
Barrington Levy,
Surgeon,
Mo-Dettes,
The Happenings,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
These Immortal Souls,
Gang Green,
The Fortunes,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.