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 Monaco and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the disco 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
David Bowie,
Derrick Morgan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crooked Eye,
Severed Heads,
Aaron Thompson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Negative Approach,
Black Flag,
Saccharine Trust,
Cybotron,
Johnny Clarke,
The Monks,
B.T. Express,
Sun Ra,
Stiv Bators,
Organ,
Fear,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gang Gang Dance,
Youth Brigade,
The Young Rascals,
Rhythm & Sound,
Derrick May,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barbara Tucker,
Junior Murvin,
X-Ray Spex,
The Gap Band,
LL Cool J,
Guru Guru,
The Electric Prunes,
The Litter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Swans,
Dark Day,
Slick Rick,
Brass Construction,
Kas Product,
Iggy Pop,
Blossom Toes,
The Red Krayola,
The Raincoats,
Visage,
Henry Cow,
Smog,
Grauzone,
Mark Hollis,
Dual Sessions,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wasted Youth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hashim,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.