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 Guinea and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Flipper to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Suburban Knight,
One Last Wish,
The Tremeloes,
Negative Approach,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Moon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Funky Four + One,
Terrestrial Tones,
Yellowson,
Black Flag,
the Soft Cell,
Masters at Work,
The Misunderstood,
Absolute Body Control,
Mary Jane Girls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Association,
Barbara Tucker,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Visage,
Isaac Hayes,
Royal Trux,
Drive Like Jehu,
Basic Channel,
The Last Poets,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Cale,
The Real Kids,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
A Certain Ratio,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bill Near,
DJ Style,
Deepchord,
Flamin' Groovies,
Newcleus,
Reuben Wilson,
Simply Red,
Donald Byrd,
Pylon,
The Toasters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Drexciya,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Techniques,
The Slits,
Joy Division,
Model 500,
Maleditus Sound,
Panda Bear,
Aloha Tigers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eric Dolphy,
Supertramp,
Danielle Patucci,
David Axelrod,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eden Ahbez,
Barry Ungar,
The Litter,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.