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 Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe 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 PIL to the electroclash 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Searchers,
Kenny Larkin,
A Certain Ratio,
The Skatalites,
Suburban Knight,
Jandek,
June of 44,
Little Man,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
These Immortal Souls,
the Normal,
Yusef Lateef,
Drive Like Jehu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Duran Duran,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
X-Ray Spex,
Frankie Knuckles,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ultra Naté,
The Motions,
Inner City,
Con Funk Shun,
D'Angelo,
Moss Icon,
Thee Headcoats,
Al Stewart,
Wolf Eyes,
Henry Cow,
The Happenings,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Divine Comedy,
Pantytec,
Unrelated Segments,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Blancmange,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Yazoo,
New Order,
Dead Boys,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bluetip,
MDC,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Young Rascals,
Country Teasers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kayak,
Reagan Youth,
Anthony Braxton,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sugar Minott,
Bad Manners,
Massinfluence,
Mandrill,
The Cure,
Joe Smooth,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.