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 Ukraine and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 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 John Foxx to the grime 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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sarah Menescal,
Roxette,
Laurel Aitken,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roxy Music,
Mark Hollis,
JFA,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rufus Thomas,
Thee Headcoats,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pulsallama,
Bad Manners,
The Beau Brummels,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Shoche,
Albert Ayler,
FM Einheit,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Derrick May,
Bobby Womack,
Marshall Jefferson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobby Byrd,
Minor Threat,
Amon Düül II,
Fad Gadget,
Janne Schatter,
Youth Brigade,
The Toasters,
Joey Negro,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Alice Coltrane,
Crooked Eye,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Little Man,
Grauzone,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lalann,
Niagra,
Ossler,
Hardrive,
Cheater Slicks,
Davy DMX,
Absolute Body Control,
Siglo XX,
Susan Cadogan,
Quadrant,
The Young Rascals,
Danielle Patucci,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
10cc,
Josef K,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.