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 Moldova and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Mission of Burma to the grime 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
John Holt,
MDC,
Crash Course in Science,
Dave Gahan,
The Trojans,
The Kinks,
Alison Limerick,
Sonic Youth,
Jerry's Kids,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marc Almond,
Letta Mbulu,
Yellowson,
Thee Headcoats,
Circle Jerks,
Heaven 17,
Jacob Miller,
Archie Shepp,
The Pretty Things,
Second Layer,
Roxy Music,
the Soft Cell,
Wings,
Rufus Thomas,
Metal Thangz,
Sarah Menescal,
Susan Cadogan,
Colin Newman,
Ponytail,
Radio Birdman,
Black Flag,
The Slackers,
The Durutti Column,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Quantec,
The Cowsills,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rod Modell,
Young Marble Giants,
Sex Pistols,
The Flesh Eaters,
Barbara Tucker,
The Real Kids,
Laurel Aitken,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marmalade,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lucky Dragons,
Mars,
Au Pairs,
Accadde A,
Popol Vuh,
Idris Muhammad,
UT,
The Gun Club,
Theoretical Girls,
ABBA,
Aloha Tigers,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.