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 Gambia and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cymande to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Wire,
Unwound,
Bronski Beat,
Mars,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Zapp,
Alton Ellis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Slave,
Blossom Toes,
Pussy Galore,
Crooked Eye,
Procol Harum,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roy Ayers,
Danielle Patucci,
Stereo Dub,
The Martian,
the Bar-Kays,
Darondo,
Roxette,
Public Image Ltd.,
Anthony Braxton,
The Smoke,
Rakim,
Cymande,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Associates,
Sound Behaviour,
Soft Cell,
the Normal,
Qualms,
Flipper,
Quantec,
Piero Umiliani,
Das Ding,
Derrick Morgan,
Bill Wells,
Livin' Joy,
Bobby Byrd,
Curtis Mayfield,
The New Christs,
Schoolly D,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bluetip,
kango's stein massive,
The Cramps,
World's Most,
Second Layer,
Swans,
Jacques Brel,
Scan 7,
Depeche Mode,
Hot Snakes,
The Victims,
Magma,
Frankie Knuckles,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Symarip,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.