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 Manila.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Big Daddy Kane to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
John Cale,
Reuben Wilson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Alton Ellis,
Dark Day,
Jacob Miller,
Dennis Brown,
Mr. Review,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Knickerbockers,
Soft Cell,
Maleditus Sound,
Joensuu 1685,
Sister Nancy,
Accadde A,
Marc Almond,
Robert Wyatt,
Shoche,
Todd Rundgren,
Donald Byrd,
Peter and Kerry,
The Leaves,
Surgeon,
Bauhaus,
Blake Baxter,
David Axelrod,
Byron Stingily,
The Smiths,
Moby Grape,
Zero Boys,
Mary Jane Girls,
James White and The Blacks,
Gang Starr,
The Fugs,
Judy Mowatt,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Searchers,
Essential Logic,
Wolf Eyes,
Arthur Verocai,
Kenny Larkin,
Y Pants,
The Zeros,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Detroit Cobras,
Franke,
Niagra,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eden Ahbez,
Swans,
Aloha Tigers,
Albert Ayler,
Harmonia,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Slackers,
John Foxx,
Roxette,
The Black Dice,
Sun Ra,
Leonard Cohen,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.