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 Egypt and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare 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 Crispian St. Peters to the dance 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Black Moon,
Porter Ricks,
Eve St. Jones,
X-102,
The Moleskins,
FM Einheit,
Black Flag,
Aswad,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Bronski Beat,
Eric Copeland,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wire,
Eli Mardock,
Drexciya,
World's Most,
Isaac Hayes,
Minnie Riperton,
Crash Course in Science,
Fela Kuti,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Offenders,
Byron Stingily,
Outsiders,
Magazine,
The Vogues,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Cramps,
Archie Shepp,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Blackbyrds,
Arab on Radar,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ronnie Foster,
Joy Division,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Patti Smith,
Moebius,
Rotary Connection,
Anakelly,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fall,
Los Fastidios,
Mantronix,
UT,
The Beau Brummels,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Arcadia,
Deakin,
F. McDonald,
The Barracudas,
D'Angelo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Albert Ayler,
Donny Hathaway,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Camouflage,
David Bowie,
Desert Stars,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.