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 Vietnam and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Yaz to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Outsiders,
Sam Rivers,
Nas,
Whodini,
the Normal,
Bobby Womack,
The Cramps,
The Real Kids,
Shuggie Otis,
Chris & Cosey,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Supertramp,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Human League,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Drexciya,
Ossler,
Judy Mowatt,
Terry Callier,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Angry Samoans,
Dennis Brown,
Ponytail,
The Happenings,
The Selecter,
Ice-T,
kango's stein massive,
Radio Birdman,
Michelle Simonal,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sexual Harrassment,
Delta 5,
Althea and Donna,
Kurtis Blow,
Shoche,
The Litter,
Intrusion,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alton Ellis,
X-102,
The Star Department,
Kerrie Biddell,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Tremeloes,
Pussy Galore,
The Slackers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bill Near,
U.S. Maple,
Jimmy McGriff,
Altered Images,
Carl Craig,
Maleditus Sound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobby Byrd,
Funky Four + One,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pole,
Wire,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.