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 Pakistan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
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 güiro 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Marc Almond,
MDC,
T.S.O.L.,
Theoretical Girls,
Underground Resistance,
The Techniques,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Outsiders,
This Heat,
Kayak,
Grauzone,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cymande,
The Pop Group,
Alison Limerick,
Skriet,
Davy DMX,
Mad Mike,
Glenn Branca,
The Moody Blues,
Erykah Badu,
FM Einheit,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Average White Band,
Radio Birdman,
The Walker Brothers,
Jacob Miller,
Archie Shepp,
The Move,
Drexciya,
New Age Steppers,
Babytalk,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Reagan Youth,
Isaac Hayes,
Patti Smith,
EPMD,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Cowsills,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Associates,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fugs,
U.S. Maple,
Von Mondo,
June of 44,
Tomorrow,
The Selecter,
Sugar Minott,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Delon & Dalcan,
Moss Icon,
Cecil Taylor,
Khruangbin,
Charles Mingus,
Fela Kuti,
Joey Negro,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sam Rivers,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.