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 Afghanistan and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Carl Craig to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
The Last Poets,
Stiv Bators,
The Searchers,
Scan 7,
Avey Tare,
Funky Four + One,
Can,
Nas,
Malaria!,
Bobbi Humphrey,
E-Dancer,
The Gun Club,
Lightning Bolt,
Minor Threat,
Country Teasers,
Brothers Johnson,
Gang Green,
ABBA,
Scion,
Deepchord,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Newcleus,
Jesper Dahlback,
Schoolly D,
Boz Scaggs,
Josef K,
Sound Behaviour,
Reuben Wilson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Derrick May,
Albert Ayler,
The Raincoats,
Marc Almond,
Tomorrow,
The Smoke,
Ronnie Foster,
Agitation Free,
L. Decosne,
China Crisis,
John Foxx,
Fela Kuti,
Pantytec,
Loose Ends,
Chrome,
Silicon Teens,
The J.B.'s,
The Sound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jacques Brel,
Camouflage,
Reagan Youth,
a-ha,
Organ,
Ornette Coleman,
Aswad,
The New Christs,
Porter Ricks,
Shuggie Otis,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tubeway Army,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.