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 Iceland and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
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 harpsichord 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 New Age Steppers to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Derrick May,
Derrick Morgan,
Mantronix,
Steve Hackett,
Thee Headcoats,
Von Mondo,
Con Funk Shun,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sixth Finger,
The Slits,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fad Gadget,
Lungfish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Maleditus Sound,
Donny Hathaway,
Outsiders,
Bill Near,
The Gladiators,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scott Walker,
Mark Hollis,
Loose Ends,
The Busters,
Eden Ahbez,
Moby Grape,
The Neon Judgement,
Dorothy Ashby,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
MC5,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Standells,
UT,
Audionom,
Gichy Dan,
Stiv Bators,
Michelle Simonal,
Theoretical Girls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Depeche Mode,
Sandy B,
The Last Poets,
June of 44,
Roy Ayers,
Alice Coltrane,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pagans,
The Sound,
KRS-One,
8 Eyed Spy,
U.S. Maple,
Das Ding,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hoover,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Grauzone,
The Leaves,
E-Dancer,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.