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 Maldives and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Panda Bear to the jazz 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Pere Ubu,
Moss Icon,
Buzzcocks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marvin Gaye,
DNA,
Slick Rick,
Accadde A,
Kurtis Blow,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
DJ Sneak,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Gories,
Joyce Sims,
Reagan Youth,
Mantronix,
This Heat,
Make Up,
Janne Schatter,
Niagra,
Boz Scaggs,
Q and Not U,
Jacob Miller,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pylon,
The Divine Comedy,
Magma,
The Raincoats,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Association,
Robert Hood,
The Sonics,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soul II Soul,
Index,
Oneida,
Essential Logic,
New York Dolls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roy Ayers,
Hardrive,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Arcadia,
Yazoo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fuzztones,
the Soft Cell,
Quando Quango,
Cybotron,
Underground Resistance,
Motorama,
Sugar Minott,
John Foxx,
The Gun Club,
The Pop Group,
Ornette Coleman,
Spoonie Gee,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.