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 Dominican Republic and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Black Flag to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
The Music Machine,
Deadbeat,
Television,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Maurizio,
DNA,
Technova,
The Vogues,
Godley & Creme,
The Dirtbombs,
Mandrill,
Derrick May,
Tom Boy,
Arcadia,
The Remains,
Delta 5,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eric Dolphy,
Quadrant,
The Sound,
Iggy Pop,
Laurel Aitken,
Brothers Johnson,
Connie Case,
Index,
Grey Daturas,
The Selecter,
Jacques Brel,
Aloha Tigers,
Bill Near,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
E-Dancer,
Piero Umiliani,
Blancmange,
Erasure,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Michelle Simonal,
Urselle,
Pussy Galore,
Depeche Mode,
Todd Rundgren,
Kool Moe Dee,
Yazoo,
Radiohead,
Kas Product,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tropical Tobacco,
Anakelly,
Crispy Ambulance,
Robert Hood,
Funky Four + One,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Television Personalities,
Bill Wells,
Outsiders,
Bad Manners,
Alphaville,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.