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 the UAE and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Blackbyrds to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Glenn Branca,
Swell Maps,
L. Decosne,
Make Up,
Agent Orange,
The Birthday Party,
Monolake,
The Fall,
LL Cool J,
Wire,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Grass Roots,
Fluxion,
The Knickerbockers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Normal,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Residents,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gap Band,
E-Dancer,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
DNA,
La Düsseldorf,
Soft Machine,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Associates,
Warsaw,
The Sound,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Dead C,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ken Boothe,
The Neon Judgement,
Ossler,
Alton Ellis,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Young Rascals,
Reuben Wilson,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobby Womack,
Susan Cadogan,
Crime,
the Swans,
Livin' Joy,
The Remains,
Skriet,
The Modern Lovers,
The Moleskins,
Kas Product,
Ultravox,
Cameo,
June Days,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cecil Taylor,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Flag,
Cluster,
Kurtis Blow,
Deepchord,
Slave,
R.M.O.,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.