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 Turkmenistan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ 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 Schoolly D to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Lakeside,
Soft Machine,
Scott Walker,
Piero Umiliani,
Quadrant,
Icehouse,
Drexciya,
Public Enemy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Negative Approach,
Essential Logic,
Sonny Sharrock,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wally Richardson,
The Blues Magoos,
Unrelated Segments,
Severed Heads,
The Stooges,
the Slits,
Monks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Raincoats,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Carl Craig,
The Kinks,
The Zeros,
Youth Brigade,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Minny Pops,
Basic Channel,
Kaleidoscope,
The Searchers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Andrew Hill,
Shoche,
Massinfluence,
Terry Callier,
the Sonics,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Grey Daturas,
Half Japanese,
Rhythm & Sound,
Yazoo,
Reagan Youth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Popol Vuh,
Faraquet,
The Trojans,
Maleditus Sound,
Dawn Penn,
T. Rex,
Thee Headcoats,
Buzzcocks,
Hoover,
The Cowsills,
Eli Mardock,
KRS-One,
Rufus Thomas,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.