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 Halifax.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba 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 Motions to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Lindisfarne,
Black Moon,
The United States of America,
Barclay James Harvest,
Warren Ellis,
The Cowsills,
Sun City Girls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Funkadelic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Groovy Waters,
The Pop Group,
The Happenings,
Drive Like Jehu,
Charles Mingus,
Letta Mbulu,
Moebius,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Drexciya,
Fugazi,
X-Ray Spex,
DJ Sneak,
Skriet,
Henry Cow,
Joy Division,
Smog,
Sällskapet,
Animal Collective,
Skaos,
Crooked Eye,
Subhumans,
Laurel Aitken,
H. Thieme,
Eden Ahbez,
Country Joe & The Fish,
X-101,
U.S. Maple,
CMW,
Sonny Sharrock,
Porter Ricks,
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Reed,
Q65,
Reagan Youth,
Jerry's Kids,
Arab on Radar,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tim Buckley,
The Walker Brothers,
Television,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Minnie Riperton,
PIL,
The Raincoats,
Scrapy,
Silicon Teens,
Jandek,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.