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 Guyana and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Warsaw to the jazz 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pet Shop Boys,
Alton Ellis,
L. Decosne,
June Days,
Y Pants,
Sällskapet,
Make Up,
Quadrant,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Morten Harket,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sugar Minott,
Dual Sessions,
John Coltrane,
Eric Dolphy,
Maurizio,
Janne Schatter,
Pussy Galore,
Outsiders,
Q65,
Duran Duran,
The Barracudas,
The Divine Comedy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hoover,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ituana,
Joe Smooth,
Eli Mardock,
Ultra Naté,
Arab on Radar,
Tears for Fears,
Alice Coltrane,
Slick Rick,
Suicide,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Grandmaster Flash,
Alphaville,
Desert Stars,
Peter & Gordon,
Saccharine Trust,
The Sound,
Tommy Roe,
Lower 48,
Funkadelic,
The Associates,
The Techniques,
Metal Thangz,
Unrelated Segments,
Theoretical Girls,
Glenn Branca,
Yaz,
Lou Christie,
KRS-One,
Visage,
Drexciya,
Grauzone,
John Lydon,
Gong,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.