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 Djibouti and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Nirvana to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Pop Group,
Jeff Lynne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Piero Umiliani,
Minnie Riperton,
Wings,
Ralphi Rosario,
Newcleus,
Sparks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Alison Limerick,
Television Personalities,
The Invisible,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dead Boys,
Bobby Womack,
Nick Fraelich,
Glenn Branca,
Dawn Penn,
The Slits,
Black Sheep,
Shuggie Otis,
Rosa Yemen,
The New Christs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Glambeats Corp.,
James White and The Blacks,
Ornette Coleman,
DJ Sneak,
Max Romeo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cheater Slicks,
Siglo XX,
The J.B.'s,
Cybotron,
Letta Mbulu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Wake,
the Slits,
The Pretty Things,
Crispian St. Peters,
This Heat,
The Buckinghams,
Organ,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wally Richardson,
Bobby Byrd,
Trumans Water,
Crash Course in Science,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Technova,
DJ Style,
Pierre Henry,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roxette,
The Index,
Crispy Ambulance,
K-Klass,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.