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 Grenada and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Hasil Adkins to the disco 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Fluxion,
Lou Christie,
the Slits,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dead Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ronan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Infiniti,
The Cowsills,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Skaos,
Darondo,
Dual Sessions,
Reuben Wilson,
Nico,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Grass Roots,
Eddi Front,
Moss Icon,
Cameo,
Au Pairs,
Lower 48,
Vainqueur,
Judy Mowatt,
Wally Richardson,
Charles Mingus,
Amon Düül II,
The United States of America,
Barrington Levy,
Y Pants,
The Black Dice,
the Sonics,
The Human League,
K-Klass,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Techniques,
The Count Five,
Crispian St. Peters,
Motorama,
Tropical Tobacco,
James White and The Blacks,
Magma,
U.S. Maple,
Faust,
Patti Smith,
Deadbeat,
Alton Ellis,
Ultravox,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
World's Most,
Toni Rubio,
The Moleskins,
Talk Talk,
Audionom,
Barbara Tucker,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mary Jane Girls,
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.