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 Spain and from Stockholm.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 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 Grandmaster Flash to the crunk 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Todd Terry,
James White and The Blacks,
Severed Heads,
Tom Boy,
Schoolly D,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Busters,
Unwound,
D'Angelo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Smiths,
The Modern Lovers,
Albert Ayler,
Stereo Dub,
The Alarm Clocks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Model 500,
Mo-Dettes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rhythm & Sound,
The United States of America,
The Walker Brothers,
Erasure,
Toni Rubio,
Sällskapet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Reuben Wilson,
Brass Construction,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rites of Spring,
Robert Hood,
The Human League,
Joey Negro,
the Germs,
Soulsonic Force,
Sister Nancy,
Althea and Donna,
Barrington Levy,
Man Eating Sloth,
MDC,
Rod Modell,
Parry Music,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lakeside,
Chris Corsano,
E-Dancer,
Bronski Beat,
Blossom Toes,
In Retrospect,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Soft Cell,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Country Teasers,
The Techniques,
David Bowie,
Goldenarms,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.