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 Germany and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Nik Kershaw to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Tropical Tobacco,
Inner City,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Slick Rick,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bush Tetras,
Letta Mbulu,
the Fania All-Stars,
Idris Muhammad,
Interpol,
Groovy Waters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Michelle Simonal,
Susan Cadogan,
Lightning Bolt,
Roger Hodgson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Moon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crash Course in Science,
Scratch Acid,
8 Eyed Spy,
Liliput,
LL Cool J,
Colin Newman,
Yusef Lateef,
Joy Division,
Pole,
Roy Ayers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Skriet,
Deakin,
Fad Gadget,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Country Teasers,
Soft Machine,
Silicon Teens,
Sugar Minott,
The Moody Blues,
The Electric Prunes,
The Techniques,
Peter & Gordon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ultravox,
Connie Case,
The Associates,
The Divine Comedy,
Fear,
Rites of Spring,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
David McCallum,
Stereo Dub,
Alphaville,
Hoover,
Boz Scaggs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Star Department,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lucky Dragons,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.