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 India and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Move. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Brass Construction,
Television Personalities,
48th St. Collective,
Alice Coltrane,
The Move,
B.T. Express,
Patti Smith,
Quando Quango,
The New Christs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Duran Duran,
Marc Almond,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
These Immortal Souls,
Bad Manners,
Girls At Our Best!,
Judy Mowatt,
Section 25,
Television,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Niagra,
Ice-T,
the Slits,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Flag,
Gang Green,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Red Krayola,
Subhumans,
Cameo,
Soft Cell,
The Divine Comedy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Pus,
Sällskapet,
The Raincoats,
Johnny Clarke,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Anakelly,
Underground Resistance,
a-ha,
The Music Machine,
Pharoah Sanders,
Severed Heads,
Man Eating Sloth,
EPMD,
The Mojo Men,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Liliput,
Grey Daturas,
Panda Bear,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Minny Pops,
The Tremeloes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.