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 Bolivia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Connie Case to the disco 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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Rotary Connection,
Iggy Pop,
Bronski Beat,
Gang Starr,
Laurel Aitken,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crash Course in Science,
The Techniques,
Quantec,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Michelle Simonal,
Kurtis Blow,
Mission of Burma,
Bang On A Can,
Scion,
Pere Ubu,
Marmalade,
Monks,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Monks,
Rufus Thomas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Talk Talk,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nation of Ulysses,
Davy DMX,
Toni Rubio,
Gichy Dan,
New York Dolls,
Roger Hodgson,
R.M.O.,
Scan 7,
Kerri Chandler,
Section 25,
Yusef Lateef,
Main Source,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sugar Minott,
Television,
Danielle Patucci,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soft Cell,
U.S. Maple,
Robert Görl,
Theoretical Girls,
The Neon Judgement,
Index,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Man Parrish,
Amon Düül II,
Nick Fraelich,
Goldenarms,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Walker Brothers,
Barbara Tucker,
John Foxx,
Jimmy McGriff,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Heaven 17,
the Slits,
Hasil Adkins,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.