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 Jordan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Happenings to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scrapy,
Sonic Youth,
the Association,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
New Age Steppers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Man Parrish,
CMW,
Con Funk Shun,
The Litter,
Severed Heads,
Gichy Dan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roxette,
The Residents,
Joensuu 1685,
Amon Düül,
Absolute Body Control,
Crispy Ambulance,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gabor Szabo,
Nick Fraelich,
These Immortal Souls,
Monks,
Prince Buster,
Pere Ubu,
Slick Rick,
James White and The Blacks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Sonics,
The Skatalites,
Howard Jones,
The Move,
The Saints,
48th St. Collective,
Bob Dylan,
Al Stewart,
Motorama,
Joyce Sims,
Harpers Bizarre,
Piero Umiliani,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Minny Pops,
Boz Scaggs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Erasure,
Cheater Slicks,
Grauzone,
Au Pairs,
Flash Fearless,
Mission of Burma,
Surgeon,
Anthony Braxton,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Max Romeo,
Drexciya,
Fugazi,
Graham Central Station,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.