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 Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord 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 Jacques Brel to the electroclash 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Rites of Spring,
Mo-Dettes,
Franke,
Livin' Joy,
The Grass Roots,
Kayak,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roger Hodgson,
Sparks,
ABC,
Babytalk,
Man Parrish,
Ponytail,
Joy Division,
Godley & Creme,
The Music Machine,
The Electric Prunes,
Sam Rivers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Sound,
Albert Ayler,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Smog,
T.S.O.L.,
Whodini,
Traffic Nightmare,
China Crisis,
Bobby Sherman,
Eddi Front,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
FM Einheit,
John Foxx,
Grey Daturas,
Underground Resistance,
Cecil Taylor,
The Cosmic Jokers,
In Retrospect,
The Velvet Underground,
Funky Four + One,
Gastr Del Sol,
The New Christs,
The Blackbyrds,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mission of Burma,
Hot Snakes,
Pagans,
Organ,
Robert Wyatt,
K-Klass,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Peter and Kerry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
D'Angelo,
Andrew Hill,
Nils Olav,
The Pop Group,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.