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 Somalia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the grunge 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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Brick,
Black Pus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Slits,
Desert Stars,
Magma,
Spoonie Gee,
Agitation Free,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eli Mardock,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Siglo XX,
Brass Construction,
Television Personalities,
The Mojo Men,
Arcadia,
The Monochrome Set,
The Tremeloes,
DJ Sneak,
Joey Negro,
Cameo,
Soul II Soul,
The Sonics,
the Swans,
Jerry's Kids,
Danielle Patucci,
John Cale,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soul Sonic Force,
Negative Approach,
The Smiths,
Dark Day,
Pole,
China Crisis,
Neil Young,
Grandmaster Flash,
Piero Umiliani,
Lindisfarne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Darondo,
Tubeway Army,
Quadrant,
June of 44,
Dead Boys,
T.S.O.L.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gang Gang Dance,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
KRS-One,
Blake Baxter,
Maleditus Sound,
Reagan Youth,
Crash Course in Science,
Barry Ungar,
Motorama,
Brothers Johnson,
Vladislav Delay,
F. McDonald,
Peter and Kerry,
Alton Ellis,
The Happenings,
the Germs,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.