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 Turkey and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the 808 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 The Cramps to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Joyce Sims,
In Retrospect,
Freddie Wadling,
The Misunderstood,
Cluster,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Cale,
Ornette Coleman,
Quantec,
The Slits,
Byron Stingily,
Soul II Soul,
Cymande,
Monolake,
The Angels of Light,
Jesper Dahlback,
Glambeats Corp.,
Arcadia,
Tommy Roe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Subhumans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
David Bowie,
Nico,
Toni Rubio,
Von Mondo,
L. Decosne,
Donald Byrd,
Easy Going,
The Fuzztones,
Rosa Yemen,
Buzzcocks,
Mark Hollis,
Slick Rick,
Unrelated Segments,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Happenings,
Flash Fearless,
Robert Görl,
David McCallum,
The Fugs,
Fad Gadget,
Ohio Players,
Barclay James Harvest,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roxy Music,
The Grass Roots,
China Crisis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rod Modell,
Parry Music,
Soulsonic Force,
Harmonia,
John Coltrane,
New Age Steppers,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Kinks,
Radio Birdman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.