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 Malawi and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb 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 Blake Baxter to the dance 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Pantaleimon,
Chris & Cosey,
Motorama,
Bootsy Collins,
Circle Jerks,
Panda Bear,
The Fugs,
Moss Icon,
Hashim,
Nirvana,
Liliput,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
CMW,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pole,
T.S.O.L.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wings,
Rod Modell,
The Modern Lovers,
John Foxx,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dave Gahan,
Wire,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Flash Fearless,
Patti Smith,
Jeff Mills,
Surgeon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Gladiators,
The Sound,
Sam Rivers,
Masters at Work,
Albert Ayler,
Marmalade,
Yellowson,
Blancmange,
The Walker Brothers,
Lower 48,
Jesper Dahlback,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Magma,
Jerry's Kids,
Sight & Sound,
Tim Buckley,
Grauzone,
David Bowie,
Goldenarms,
Half Japanese,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
FM Einheit,
The Move,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Graham Central Station,
Kaleidoscope,
The Neon Judgement,
The Happenings,
Johnny Clarke,
Boogie Down Productions,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.