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 Ireland and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Patti Smith to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
R.M.O.,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Flag,
Gong,
These Immortal Souls,
Banda Bassotti,
Man Parrish,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Gories,
Sarah Menescal,
Deadbeat,
ABBA,
ABC,
Country Teasers,
The Sonics,
The Blackbyrds,
Sound Behaviour,
The Misunderstood,
Chris Corsano,
James White and The Blacks,
Avey Tare,
Simply Red,
Pagans,
Bronski Beat,
Y Pants,
Porter Ricks,
H. Thieme,
Roxette,
The Monochrome Set,
The Neon Judgement,
Crash Course in Science,
The Angels of Light,
D'Angelo,
Scott Walker,
Talk Talk,
Eurythmics,
Faust,
a-ha,
Pantaleimon,
Brothers Johnson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scan 7,
Supertramp,
Pharoah Sanders,
T.S.O.L.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fela Kuti,
The Motions,
X-Ray Spex,
Reuben Wilson,
Babytalk,
The Smiths,
Second Layer,
OOIOO,
Japan,
the Normal,
Morten Harket,
Jandek,
Derrick Morgan,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.