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 Morocco and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Ultimate Spinach to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Todd Rundgren,
Motorama,
Brass Construction,
Johnny Osbourne,
Maleditus Sound,
New Age Steppers,
Iggy Pop,
Sandy B,
Can,
D'Angelo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Television,
Joe Smooth,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobby Sherman,
Neil Young,
The Raincoats,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Q65,
Mandrill,
Eurythmics,
Slick Rick,
Smog,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Skatalites,
Glambeats Corp.,
Stetsasonic,
Janne Schatter,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pole,
Sight & Sound,
Dark Day,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Chrome,
Simply Red,
Laurel Aitken,
The Names,
The Techniques,
Hot Snakes,
Marmalade,
Gil Scott Heron,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lower 48,
Tomorrow,
Das Ding,
James White and The Blacks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fatback Band,
The Misunderstood,
June of 44,
Crooked Eye,
the Germs,
Oblivians,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joyce Sims,
Alton Ellis,
Accadde A,
Y Pants,
Ornette Coleman,
The Tremeloes,
Rekid,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.