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 Qatar and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar 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 Ice-T to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Minnie Riperton,
Gang Gang Dance,
Brothers Johnson,
The Names,
Lalann,
Erykah Badu,
Goldenarms,
KRS-One,
Livin' Joy,
Tubeway Army,
Dennis Brown,
Icehouse,
Reuben Wilson,
Average White Band,
The Searchers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sandy B,
Althea and Donna,
Das Ding,
Soul II Soul,
Circle Jerks,
Siglo XX,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mission of Burma,
Kas Product,
Minutemen,
Stetsasonic,
Flash Fearless,
A Certain Ratio,
Aural Exciters,
The Move,
Mandrill,
Neil Young,
Marc Almond,
Swell Maps,
The Sound,
Jacques Brel,
Crooked Eye,
Black Bananas,
Todd Rundgren,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Carl Craig,
One Last Wish,
Wings,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Reed,
Chrome,
Oneida,
Whodini,
The Vogues,
Barbara Tucker,
The Angels of Light,
Soft Cell,
Negative Approach,
Television,
Wire,
The Knickerbockers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fear,
Cluster,
Sam Rivers,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.