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 Trinidad & Tobago and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Audionom,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kas Product,
Gichy Dan,
Peter & Gordon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Unwound,
Dawn Penn,
Dorothy Ashby,
Banda Bassotti,
Chris & Cosey,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marine Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Swans,
Bad Manners,
Mark Hollis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Chrome,
Dave Gahan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soul II Soul,
Half Japanese,
Joy Division,
The Names,
the Slits,
John Lydon,
Amazonics,
Pierre Henry,
Harry Pussy,
Wolf Eyes,
Unrelated Segments,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Metal Thangz,
Wings,
Brass Construction,
Adolescents,
The Divine Comedy,
Barrington Levy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sixth Finger,
Jerry's Kids,
Yazoo,
Vainqueur,
Colin Newman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joe Smooth,
Intrusion,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Moleskins,
The Gap Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Section 25,
Blossom Toes,
Deakin,
Eli Mardock,
The Skatalites,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pantytec,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.