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 Vanuatu and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Harry Pussy,
Amon Düül II,
Grauzone,
cv313,
Flash Fearless,
The Monks,
Suburban Knight,
48th St. Collective,
Electric Prunes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tears for Fears,
The Young Rascals,
Public Enemy,
LL Cool J,
Depeche Mode,
Excepter,
Fluxion,
Arcadia,
Radiohead,
Minutemen,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gladiators,
Roxy Music,
Blake Baxter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Terry Callier,
Mr. Review,
Absolute Body Control,
Symarip,
Stetsasonic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Organ,
Nick Fraelich,
The Smoke,
The Tremeloes,
Cybotron,
Erykah Badu,
The Doors,
Yaz,
Jeff Mills,
Stereo Dub,
Pet Shop Boys,
Max Romeo,
Sight & Sound,
Chrome,
Bill Wells,
the Swans,
Davy DMX,
Juan Atkins,
The Remains,
Skaos,
Cymande,
Brass Construction,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Negative Approach,
Ken Boothe,
Public Image Ltd.,
Swans,
The Toasters,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.