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 Ghana and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Crash Course in Science to the electroclash 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roy Ayers,
Blancmange,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Can,
Sun Ra,
Ronnie Foster,
Absolute Body Control,
Stetsasonic,
Mars,
Country Teasers,
Agitation Free,
Tres Demented,
Patti Smith,
Unwound,
B.T. Express,
the Slits,
Franke,
Dennis Brown,
CMW,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Associates,
Dark Day,
Banda Bassotti,
The Trojans,
a-ha,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marvin Gaye,
Jacques Brel,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rhythm & Sound,
Intrusion,
Loose Ends,
The Slits,
Lakeside,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Guru Guru,
Average White Band,
Public Enemy,
Icehouse,
The Cowsills,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Flash Fearless,
The Fortunes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marcia Griffiths,
Skarface,
Camouflage,
Black Moon,
Oneida,
Kayak,
Sam Rivers,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Swans,
Slick Rick,
Rod Modell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.