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 Kazakhstan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator 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 John Lydon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Bootsy Collins,
New York Dolls,
The Invisible,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pierre Henry,
B.T. Express,
Soul II Soul,
Joensuu 1685,
FM Einheit,
Rufus Thomas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Alice Coltrane,
Soul Sonic Force,
Aural Exciters,
Monolake,
Wally Richardson,
Joe Smooth,
Johnny Clarke,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wasted Youth,
Brick,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Sherman,
Faust,
Dual Sessions,
the Germs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Blossom Toes,
Danielle Patucci,
Ludus,
Godley & Creme,
Eric Copeland,
Max Romeo,
Quadrant,
Amazonics,
Unrelated Segments,
F. McDonald,
Toni Rubio,
The Fortunes,
Ituana,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hardrive,
Agent Orange,
Schoolly D,
John Coltrane,
Nils Olav,
The Electric Prunes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fela Kuti,
Charles Mingus,
Tomorrow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Boz Scaggs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kevin Saunderson,
Donald Byrd,
The Busters,
The Velvet Underground,
The Detroit Cobras,
Model 500,
Jeru the Damaja,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.