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 Madagascar and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pantaleimon to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
The Fall,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tubeway Army,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
K-Klass,
Scrapy,
Massinfluence,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Monks,
Jeff Mills,
Toni Rubio,
Camberwell Now,
PIL,
Slave,
The Associates,
Moebius,
Pierre Henry,
The Grass Roots,
Lower 48,
Alton Ellis,
Nico,
The Mummies,
June Days,
The Last Poets,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Remains,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joe Smooth,
Magazine,
Brick,
Eurythmics,
The Divine Comedy,
the Human League,
The Gladiators,
Girls At Our Best!,
Radio Birdman,
Glenn Branca,
Sex Pistols,
Pagans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Susan Cadogan,
Arab on Radar,
Joyce Sims,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Porter Ricks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Livin' Joy,
D'Angelo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Subhumans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Electric Prunes,
Symarip,
Crime,
Sarah Menescal,
Deakin,
Television,
Blancmange,
Mark Hollis,
Sugar Minott,
The Beau Brummels,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.