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 Liechtenstein and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the electroclash 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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Bush Tetras,
Delon & Dalcan,
Donny Hathaway,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Derrick May,
New York Dolls,
Groovy Waters,
The Human League,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crispy Ambulance,
Japan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
EPMD,
Sam Rivers,
Wally Richardson,
The Music Machine,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fluxion,
John Coltrane,
Davy DMX,
ABBA,
Kaleidoscope,
kango's stein massive,
Sonny Sharrock,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fugazi,
The American Breed,
The Monks,
Chrome,
Marshall Jefferson,
Moebius,
MC5,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Standells,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Todd Rundgren,
Von Mondo,
Scrapy,
MDC,
Sound Behaviour,
The New Christs,
The Residents,
the Bar-Kays,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wire,
Joe Smooth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Frankie Knuckles,
Whodini,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Aswad,
The Modern Lovers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Audionom,
Reagan Youth,
The Moleskins,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.