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 Mauritania and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar 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 Laurel Aitken to the crunk 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Von Mondo,
Depeche Mode,
Kas Product,
Ultra Naté,
The Cramps,
Surgeon,
Derrick May,
Reuben Wilson,
Laurel Aitken,
Soft Machine,
Chris Corsano,
Black Pus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Flash Fearless,
DJ Sneak,
Interpol,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Das Ding,
Spoonie Gee,
Television Personalities,
Crime,
The Alarm Clocks,
Technova,
Agent Orange,
John Holt,
The Searchers,
The Golliwogs,
Sun City Girls,
The Walker Brothers,
Stereo Dub,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Gories,
The Trojans,
Fluxion,
The Selecter,
Ossler,
Simply Red,
The Velvet Underground,
Matthew Halsall,
Erasure,
the Normal,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Doors,
Niagra,
Black Moon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tom Boy,
the Germs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fortunes,
Anthony Braxton,
Boredoms,
Stiv Bators,
Visage,
The Sound,
Gichy Dan,
Andrew Hill,
The Index,
The Vogues,
The Martian,
Unrelated Segments,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.