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 Latvia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Chris & Cosey to the jazz 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Altered Images,
Tubeway Army,
Section 25,
Ultimate Spinach,
Moby Grape,
Clear Light,
Lou Christie,
Mr. Review,
Zapp,
Darondo,
Cecil Taylor,
Magazine,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Skaos,
James White and The Blacks,
Urselle,
Rites of Spring,
Mad Mike,
The Grass Roots,
Ponytail,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soul II Soul,
Blake Baxter,
Dark Day,
Robert Hood,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
New York Dolls,
the Bar-Kays,
Rekid,
Jeru the Damaja,
Masters at Work,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Michelle Simonal,
Yusef Lateef,
The Beau Brummels,
Ultravox,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fall,
Roxy Music,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nick Fraelich,
Electric Prunes,
The Gladiators,
Isaac Hayes,
MC5,
New Order,
LL Cool J,
Silicon Teens,
Mars,
Oblivians,
U.S. Maple,
Dead Boys,
Kool Moe Dee,
Curtis Mayfield,
Alice Coltrane,
Fugazi,
Peter & Gordon,
The Busters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.