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 Swaziland and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet 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 OOIOO to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Raincoats,
Junior Murvin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marvin Gaye,
Josef K,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sex Pistols,
Cal Tjader,
Brick,
The Toasters,
Parry Music,
Fear,
Underground Resistance,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Slits,
Quando Quango,
Unwound,
Liliput,
Desert Stars,
Moebius,
Black Pus,
The Martian,
Ultimate Spinach,
Peter and Kerry,
The Stooges,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Minutemen,
Accadde A,
John Lydon,
Todd Rundgren,
X-Ray Spex,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Young Rascals,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Severed Heads,
Theoretical Girls,
The New Christs,
the Normal,
Chris & Cosey,
Pulsallama,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cramps,
Moss Icon,
Gabor Szabo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Duran Duran,
Hoover,
Brand Nubian,
Intrusion,
Leonard Cohen,
Kaleidoscope,
The Mummies,
Faraquet,
Scratch Acid,
Henry Cow,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.