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 Saudi Arabia and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
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 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 Morten Harket to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Roxette,
Outsiders,
Swans,
Michelle Simonal,
David McCallum,
Alton Ellis,
Eden Ahbez,
The American Breed,
Lightning Bolt,
The Dirtbombs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Laurel Aitken,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scion,
Agent Orange,
Half Japanese,
Dead Boys,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crime,
F. McDonald,
Oneida,
Goldenarms,
Warsaw,
Bauhaus,
Stetsasonic,
Andrew Hill,
Flipper,
Pussy Galore,
Television,
Erasure,
Dual Sessions,
Accadde A,
Leonard Cohen,
Inner City,
Wire,
Kevin Saunderson,
Quantec,
The Doors,
In Retrospect,
Gang of Four,
Silicon Teens,
The Barracudas,
Scrapy,
Young Marble Giants,
Main Source,
Gang Gang Dance,
Freddie Wadling,
Nas,
Thee Headcoats,
Symarip,
Camberwell Now,
Little Man,
Intrusion,
Nik Kershaw,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eric B and Rakim,
Susan Cadogan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Normal,
Stereo Dub,
Kaleidoscope,
Panda Bear,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.