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 Mexico and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Desert Stars to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Motorama,
Intrusion,
Marc Almond,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
David Bowie,
Barrington Levy,
The Sound,
The Moleskins,
Rapeman,
Surgeon,
the Sonics,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ituana,
Das Ding,
Skaos,
LL Cool J,
The Angels of Light,
The Techniques,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Avey Tare,
Letta Mbulu,
The Associates,
Second Layer,
Scratch Acid,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eden Ahbez,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Arab on Radar,
Talk Talk,
Tomorrow,
Gichy Dan,
Reagan Youth,
Piero Umiliani,
Negative Approach,
MC5,
Todd Rundgren,
Excepter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Susan Cadogan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Bar-Kays,
Bill Near,
Au Pairs,
Absolute Body Control,
Connie Case,
Tres Demented,
Lower 48,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Aswad,
Soul II Soul,
The Mojo Men,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Neon Judgement,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
DNA,
Agent Orange,
Camberwell Now,
Peter & Gordon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marine Girls,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.