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 Cambodia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Holger Czukay 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 Drexciya to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Joensuu 1685,
Matthew Halsall,
Masters at Work,
Hoover,
Eurythmics,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ronan,
Yellowson,
The Happenings,
The Velvet Underground,
Bad Manners,
La Düsseldorf,
Suicide,
Tears for Fears,
Wings,
ABC,
Derrick May,
Niagra,
Youth Brigade,
Jandek,
Malaria!,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Shadows of Knight,
The J.B.'s,
The Searchers,
Camberwell Now,
Subhumans,
Yusef Lateef,
Cymande,
Mark Hollis,
Spoonie Gee,
In Retrospect,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Young Rascals,
Rakim,
Todd Terry,
Crispy Ambulance,
Curtis Mayfield,
Quantec,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Royal Trux,
Sun City Girls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fatback Band,
Bill Wells,
Sound Behaviour,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lakeside,
Toni Rubio,
Brothers Johnson,
Livin' Joy,
Erykah Badu,
T. Rex,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Freddie Wadling,
Charles Mingus,
Bobby Byrd,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.