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 Mozambique and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the techno 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eve St. Jones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Maleditus Sound,
Pierre Henry,
Infiniti,
KRS-One,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fat Boys,
Tres Demented,
Shuggie Otis,
The Litter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kerri Chandler,
Quantec,
Wolf Eyes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Johnny Clarke,
In Retrospect,
Drexciya,
Crooked Eye,
Massinfluence,
The Electric Prunes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ronan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lower 48,
H. Thieme,
Jimmy McGriff,
Slick Rick,
Japan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Stiv Bators,
The Mummies,
David McCallum,
Agent Orange,
Sandy B,
Vladislav Delay,
The Walker Brothers,
Ronnie Foster,
Clear Light,
Rod Modell,
The Slits,
Hoover,
Ituana,
Howard Jones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pulsallama,
Dead Boys,
The Seeds,
The Human League,
The American Breed,
The Red Krayola,
Sonic Youth,
Carl Craig,
Eve St. Jones,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.