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 Samoa and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Icehouse,
The Gun Club,
John Lydon,
The Music Machine,
June of 44,
Derrick May,
David McCallum,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Sheep,
Slave,
Lucky Dragons,
The Electric Prunes,
Dawn Penn,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Five Americans,
Nirvana,
Stetsasonic,
A Certain Ratio,
Visage,
Barbara Tucker,
Sister Nancy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Wake,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Alphaville,
Model 500,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Moon,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Cale,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Yazoo,
Dual Sessions,
Bad Manners,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobby Sherman,
Magma,
Bill Wells,
Junior Murvin,
Eric Copeland,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fuzztones,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marvin Gaye,
Cheater Slicks,
The Techniques,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sarah Menescal,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Modern Lovers,
The Trojans,
Echospace,
Urselle,
Pussy Galore,
Nas,
New Order,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.