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 Gabon and from New York.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sound Behaviour to the funk 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Scrapy,
Crime,
Throbbing Gristle,
Leonard Cohen,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joyce Sims,
Byron Stingily,
Tubeway Army,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Underground Resistance,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
FM Einheit,
Boredoms,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Real Kids,
the Bar-Kays,
Terrestrial Tones,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
D'Angelo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Stetsasonic,
Glenn Branca,
Wasted Youth,
Loose Ends,
Kas Product,
Make Up,
Amon Düül,
The Misunderstood,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Arcadia,
David McCallum,
DJ Style,
Skarface,
Fela Kuti,
The Star Department,
Simply Red,
Smog,
Man Parrish,
James White and The Blacks,
Subhumans,
Don Cherry,
Neil Young,
In Retrospect,
B.T. Express,
Spoonie Gee,
Magazine,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ten City,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
UT,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Whodini,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Toasters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Minnie Riperton,
Lower 48,
Barrington Levy,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.