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 Jamaica and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the funk 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
The Blackbyrds,
The Vogues,
the Slits,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Banda Bassotti,
The Stooges,
Tropical Tobacco,
48th St. Collective,
10cc,
Tears for Fears,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Cale,
Ossler,
Babytalk,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cheater Slicks,
The Barracudas,
Delon & Dalcan,
Amazonics,
Mo-Dettes,
Monolake,
Visage,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joyce Sims,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ice-T,
The Moody Blues,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Avey Tare,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fortunes,
Sound Behaviour,
Gang of Four,
Idris Muhammad,
Bad Manners,
Essential Logic,
Wasted Youth,
MC5,
Pantytec,
The Electric Prunes,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Cramps,
Boredoms,
PIL,
Johnny Clarke,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Bananas,
John Coltrane,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mary Jane Girls,
Duran Duran,
These Immortal Souls,
Sandy B,
Skaos,
Harmonia,
The Litter,
Camouflage,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.