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 Solomon Islands and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Frankie Knuckles to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Leonard Cohen,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Busters,
Josef K,
Crime,
David Axelrod,
The Black Dice,
Can,
Television Personalities,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Sheep,
Steve Hackett,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ten City,
Moby Grape,
Erasure,
Swans,
Pantaleimon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Barry Ungar,
Piero Umiliani,
Derrick May,
The Alarm Clocks,
Blancmange,
Barrington Levy,
Absolute Body Control,
Moebius,
Glenn Branca,
Fat Boys,
Half Japanese,
The Pretty Things,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Motions,
New York Dolls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Quadrant,
Lyres,
Zero Boys,
Matthew Halsall,
Accadde A,
Y Pants,
The Dirtbombs,
Gabor Szabo,
The Misunderstood,
Liliput,
Ken Boothe,
Sandy B,
Pere Ubu,
Porter Ricks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sugar Minott,
Urselle,
The Happenings,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Lydon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.