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 Peru and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 chamberlin 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 Dave Clark Five to the grime 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roger Hodgson,
Soul II Soul,
Agent Orange,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Move,
AZ,
Boredoms,
The Real Kids,
The Birthday Party,
Moby Grape,
Flipper,
Zero Boys,
La Düsseldorf,
The Five Americans,
The Pretty Things,
Crime,
Ituana,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bronski Beat,
The Divine Comedy,
Archie Shepp,
Soulsonic Force,
Magma,
48th St. Collective,
Kerri Chandler,
Maurizio,
Johnny Clarke,
Yaz,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Arthur Verocai,
The Doobie Brothers,
Interpol,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Angry Samoans,
The Sonics,
Lalo Schifrin,
Saccharine Trust,
Cameo,
Jawbox,
The Names,
Jimmy McGriff,
Neu!,
Delta 5,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joy Division,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ten City,
Charles Mingus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Urselle,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Connie Case,
The Trojans,
Marvin Gaye,
Visage,
Quando Quango,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fall,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.