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 Thailand and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron 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 Das Ding to the crunk 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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
L. Decosne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Youth Brigade,
Boredoms,
Interpol,
Harry Pussy,
Lyres,
Pagans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hardrive,
Y Pants,
Radiopuhelimet,
Matthew Bourne,
Aural Exciters,
Adolescents,
Bronski Beat,
Buzzcocks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sam Rivers,
Chrome,
Roxette,
U.S. Maple,
Roger Hodgson,
Tom Boy,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Count Five,
UT,
The Last Poets,
Eric Copeland,
Malaria!,
Lower 48,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marc Almond,
Nirvana,
Groovy Waters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Swell Maps,
Tres Demented,
Talk Talk,
Slick Rick,
Andrew Hill,
Stiv Bators,
Echospace,
Iggy Pop,
Pantytec,
Arcadia,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Residents,
Gichy Dan,
Massinfluence,
Duran Duran,
This Heat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
a-ha,
Heaven 17,
Todd Terry,
Mad Mike,
Hot Snakes,
Tubeway Army,
Q and Not U,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.