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 Mauritania and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 K-Klass to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
The Black Dice,
David Bowie,
Dennis Brown,
Scratch Acid,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Cowsills,
Gastr Del Sol,
Girls At Our Best!,
Spoonie Gee,
Kas Product,
Young Marble Giants,
The Walker Brothers,
Connie Case,
Soul II Soul,
Fear,
The Residents,
Black Sheep,
Deakin,
Lakeside,
The Flesh Eaters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Magma,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Shuggie Otis,
Graham Central Station,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
MC5,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Arcadia,
Popol Vuh,
Steve Hackett,
Von Mondo,
Crooked Eye,
Trumans Water,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Bananas,
Hardrive,
James White and The Blacks,
The Toasters,
New York Dolls,
Sam Rivers,
Ultra Naté,
The Pretty Things,
Marcia Griffiths,
Yellowson,
Television Personalities,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cymande,
The Slits,
The Dave Clark Five,
Arab on Radar,
Vladislav Delay,
Bob Dylan,
U.S. Maple,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wolf Eyes,
The Victims,
Monks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rites of Spring,
Black Pus,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.