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 Sudan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba 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 Mission of Burma to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Scrapy,
Man Parrish,
The Selecter,
Leonard Cohen,
Judy Mowatt,
Hashim,
Boogie Down Productions,
Radio Birdman,
Quadrant,
Mantronix,
Arcadia,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fuzztones,
The Grass Roots,
Isaac Hayes,
Toni Rubio,
Depeche Mode,
Au Pairs,
Television,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Detroit Cobras,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nas,
Carl Craig,
Duran Duran,
Connie Case,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wasted Youth,
Joyce Sims,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fad Gadget,
Thee Headcoats,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Slits,
Alison Limerick,
Hardrive,
Jeff Mills,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Soft Cell,
Bad Manners,
X-Ray Spex,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Panda Bear,
Liliput,
Warren Ellis,
Wire,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Cure,
Soul Sonic Force,
H. Thieme,
Qualms,
Juan Atkins,
Anthony Braxton,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eurythmics,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Outsiders,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.