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 Estonia and from London.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet 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 Anthony Braxton to the electroclash 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Chris & Cosey,
The Toasters,
Wolf Eyes,
Juan Atkins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Massinfluence,
Swans,
Motorama,
Marmalade,
Rites of Spring,
the Germs,
Lindisfarne,
Mars,
Fatback Band,
Chris Corsano,
Danielle Patucci,
Aswad,
The Young Rascals,
Laurel Aitken,
Barry Ungar,
Khruangbin,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Buckinghams,
Negative Approach,
Todd Terry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Erasure,
Mandrill,
Yellowson,
Pylon,
The Modern Lovers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Bananas,
These Immortal Souls,
Little Man,
Index,
Sixth Finger,
Quantec,
Stetsasonic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Raincoats,
Dorothy Ashby,
Grey Daturas,
Eddi Front,
Average White Band,
The Skatalites,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Bar-Kays,
Can,
Country Teasers,
Don Cherry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Matthew Bourne,
Faust,
Joy Division,
Kerri Chandler,
The Remains,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.