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 Denmark and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
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 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 Ice-T to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Yusef Lateef,
Intrusion,
the Soft Cell,
Ohio Players,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jacques Brel,
Godley & Creme,
Pantytec,
The Cramps,
The Smoke,
Sun City Girls,
Motorama,
Cluster,
Aural Exciters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marvin Gaye,
David Bowie,
Stetsasonic,
Ultravox,
Amon Düül,
Altered Images,
L. Decosne,
The Buckinghams,
Dave Gahan,
The Fire Engines,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Grass Roots,
the Human League,
LL Cool J,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Pus,
Goldenarms,
Black Flag,
Rites of Spring,
Brass Construction,
Dennis Brown,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Loose Ends,
Mars,
48th St. Collective,
Roxette,
Todd Terry,
B.T. Express,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
kango's stein massive,
Deakin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobby Byrd,
Pole,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Swans,
Bill Near,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Young Rascals,
Accadde A,
The Zeros,
Magma,
The Durutti Column,
Stiv Bators,
John Lydon,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.