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 Sudan and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Altered Images to the rap 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Magma 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 dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Skaos,
Q and Not U,
The Young Rascals,
Laurel Aitken,
Grandmaster Flash,
Harpers Bizarre,
Brothers Johnson,
David Bowie,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Grauzone,
The Human League,
Matthew Halsall,
Dual Sessions,
The Selecter,
ABC,
Barclay James Harvest,
Basic Channel,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Chris & Cosey,
Second Layer,
Surgeon,
Symarip,
Henry Cow,
Stetsasonic,
Pagans,
Iggy Pop,
Danielle Patucci,
Harry Pussy,
Index,
The Shadows of Knight,
Reuben Wilson,
The Knickerbockers,
KRS-One,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eve St. Jones,
Gang of Four,
Sixth Finger,
The Tremeloes,
Echospace,
EPMD,
Q65,
Gichy Dan,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Flag,
the Swans,
Black Bananas,
PIL,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mad Mike,
Camouflage,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scan 7,
Theoretical Girls,
Marc Almond,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Clear Light,
Goldenarms,
Thompson Twins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.