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 Andorra and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator 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 Yusef Lateef to the grime 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Stiv Bators,
Ten City,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wolf Eyes,
The Human League,
Los Fastidios,
Susan Cadogan,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Stooges,
AZ,
U.S. Maple,
Sun Ra,
Bill Wells,
Pussy Galore,
Shoche,
The Fire Engines,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scott Walker,
Curtis Mayfield,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joensuu 1685,
Wire,
kango's stein massive,
Rapeman,
Bobby Womack,
The Names,
E-Dancer,
Wings,
Gong,
Deadbeat,
Fifty Foot Hose,
T.S.O.L.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roger Hodgson,
H. Thieme,
the Bar-Kays,
The Slits,
Faust,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kas Product,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Cale,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jeff Lynne,
Jandek,
Mantronix,
Technova,
Television Personalities,
Tommy Roe,
Steve Hackett,
Maleditus Sound,
Girls At Our Best!,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bizarre Inc.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Peter & Gordon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jacob Miller,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.