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 Liberia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Clear Light to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Skriet,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eric Copeland,
Johnny Clarke,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Brothers Johnson,
Joensuu 1685,
Kerri Chandler,
Connie Case,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hashim,
ABBA,
Public Image Ltd.,
cv313,
Harry Pussy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Music Machine,
FM Einheit,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Aaron Thompson,
Country Teasers,
ABC,
Joy Division,
Skaos,
Depeche Mode,
Tom Boy,
Quantec,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Erasure,
Organ,
Crash Course in Science,
The Martian,
Oblivians,
Idris Muhammad,
Maurizio,
New Order,
Model 500,
Amazonics,
Gang Gang Dance,
Desert Stars,
the Soft Cell,
Mark Hollis,
The Gories,
Pantytec,
Drexciya,
Altered Images,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Invisible,
Sex Pistols,
Roxy Music,
Anthony Braxton,
Main Source,
Pierre Henry,
Big Daddy Kane,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Clear Light,
UT,
Sonic Youth,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.