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 Saudi Arabia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the dance 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Inner City,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jerry's Kids,
Kool Moe Dee,
Derrick May,
The Victims,
Donny Hathaway,
Sound Behaviour,
Rakim,
Grauzone,
Roy Ayers,
Marvin Gaye,
Anakelly,
Bronski Beat,
Rosa Yemen,
Hot Snakes,
the Human League,
the Normal,
The Smoke,
Bluetip,
Bang On A Can,
Tomorrow,
Blake Baxter,
Bill Wells,
Big Daddy Kane,
Amon Düül II,
The Grass Roots,
Cecil Taylor,
Rites of Spring,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gichy Dan,
Desert Stars,
Cluster,
A Certain Ratio,
John Holt,
Public Enemy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Main Source,
Easy Going,
Idris Muhammad,
X-Ray Spex,
The Divine Comedy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Au Pairs,
The Monochrome Set,
The Slits,
New York Dolls,
Neil Young,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pere Ubu,
PIL,
Lalann,
The Leaves,
Animal Collective,
Kas Product,
Whodini,
Hasil Adkins,
ABC,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.