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 Algeria and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Sun City Girls to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Todd Rundgren,
The Gun Club,
Rekid,
The Walker Brothers,
Swans,
Barrington Levy,
The Mojo Men,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lower 48,
The Tremeloes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ronan,
Carl Craig,
X-Ray Spex,
Pierre Henry,
Rakim,
The Real Kids,
Gichy Dan,
Connie Case,
Circle Jerks,
Altered Images,
Skaos,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ponytail,
Roxy Music,
JFA,
Drexciya,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eddi Front,
L. Decosne,
Bizarre Inc.,
Porter Ricks,
Icehouse,
Nico,
Los Fastidios,
Das Ding,
Siglo XX,
Ludus,
The Fire Engines,
The Cure,
Model 500,
Whodini,
Gang of Four,
The Shadows of Knight,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Iggy Pop,
John Cale,
Davy DMX,
Funkadelic,
Yellowson,
Mark Hollis,
Pole,
Tommy Roe,
The Durutti Column,
Bob Dylan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joy Division,
James White and The Blacks,
The Human League,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.