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 Iran and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
James Chance & The Contortions,
One Last Wish,
Derrick May,
Black Sheep,
Clear Light,
UT,
Pole,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Red Krayola,
John Holt,
Das Ding,
Electric Prunes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Moby Grape,
Public Enemy,
Section 25,
Hardrive,
Patti Smith,
Fela Kuti,
The Happenings,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Knickerbockers,
Bob Dylan,
Fluxion,
Radiohead,
Erasure,
Loose Ends,
Fear,
Reuben Wilson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Alton Ellis,
Freddie Wadling,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Star Department,
Trumans Water,
It's A Beautiful Day,
David McCallum,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Moon,
Nation of Ulysses,
New York Dolls,
Oneida,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
These Immortal Souls,
June Days,
Pylon,
La Düsseldorf,
Yaz,
The Kinks,
Zapp,
The Neon Judgement,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tres Demented,
Skriet,
L. Decosne,
Youth Brigade,
A Certain Ratio,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sex Pistols,
Buzzcocks,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.