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 Seychelles and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare 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 Mantronix to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Kenny Larkin,
Groovy Waters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rakim,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rufus Thomas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Basic Channel,
Minor Threat,
The Wake,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Faust,
Moss Icon,
cv313,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Flash Fearless,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Moon,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Barracudas,
Blancmange,
June Days,
The Angels of Light,
Malaria!,
The Toasters,
The Evens,
Echospace,
Unrelated Segments,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Selecter,
Adolescents,
Bad Manners,
Pharoah Sanders,
Siglo XX,
K-Klass,
Lou Reed,
The Tremeloes,
Infiniti,
Circle Jerks,
Buzzcocks,
The Electric Prunes,
Cluster,
New York Dolls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Harry Pussy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sonic Youth,
Colin Newman,
Visage,
Judy Mowatt,
Sandy B,
Animal Collective,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Flag,
Spandau Ballet,
The Moody Blues,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.