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 Ghana and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mars to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Scrapy,
Skarface,
Sun Ra,
Suicide,
The Cure,
Livin' Joy,
Flash Fearless,
Sonic Youth,
Lungfish,
Iggy Pop,
Hasil Adkins,
The Angels of Light,
Arthur Verocai,
Flamin' Groovies,
Smog,
Intrusion,
Robert Wyatt,
Sex Pistols,
Eric Dolphy,
Amazonics,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ralphi Rosario,
Drive Like Jehu,
Swans,
Cecil Taylor,
Jesper Dahlback,
Al Stewart,
The Offenders,
Electric Prunes,
Letta Mbulu,
Lebanon Hanover,
Camouflage,
Traffic Nightmare,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jandek,
Kenny Larkin,
Inner City,
Wally Richardson,
The Dirtbombs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
New Order,
China Crisis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Parry Music,
The Selecter,
Gong,
Magazine,
the Human League,
Subhumans,
Warsaw,
Thee Headcoats,
Scratch Acid,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Alice Coltrane,
Nils Olav,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.