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 Australia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet 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 Soft Machine to the electroclash 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
The Tremeloes,
Jacob Miller,
The Doors,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gladiators,
The Alarm Clocks,
Carl Craig,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Swans,
Josef K,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
DNA,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Reagan Youth,
The Toasters,
Pagans,
Pere Ubu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Germs,
Altered Images,
Skarface,
Deadbeat,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Black Dice,
The Slackers,
Minutemen,
China Crisis,
The Young Rascals,
Todd Rundgren,
The Index,
Idris Muhammad,
Fluxion,
Nico,
Ultra Naté,
10cc,
Ossler,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Grass Roots,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eddi Front,
Scrapy,
Minny Pops,
The Gap Band,
The Raincoats,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wings,
Dennis Brown,
Hot Snakes,
Sun Ra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
H. Thieme,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Busters,
the Human League,
Kas Product,
Dorothy Ashby,
Charles Mingus,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.