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 Djibouti and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 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 Spandau Ballet to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Matthew Bourne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sällskapet,
The Real Kids,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Grauzone,
The Gun Club,
The Fire Engines,
Graham Central Station,
the Human League,
Bad Manners,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Electric Prunes,
Anthony Braxton,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fortunes,
Soul II Soul,
Erasure,
Mary Jane Girls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wings,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Alice Coltrane,
Symarip,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Spoonie Gee,
The Wake,
Wally Richardson,
Stereo Dub,
Eddi Front,
Agent Orange,
Dennis Brown,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mars,
Wolf Eyes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Albert Ayler,
David Bowie,
Nas,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dead Boys,
A Certain Ratio,
Kenny Larkin,
DNA,
UT,
Aural Exciters,
the Sonics,
June Days,
The Mummies,
the Slits,
John Holt,
Crime,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Modern Lovers,
Matthew Halsall,
Yazoo,
Buzzcocks,
Bill Wells,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Invisible,
Carl Craig,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.