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 Tonga and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
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 Lalo Schifrin to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Ituana,
Tim Buckley,
Cybotron,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Birthday Party,
Boredoms,
Dead Boys,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Au Pairs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Circle Jerks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Saccharine Trust,
Funkadelic,
Basic Channel,
The Blues Magoos,
The Move,
Clear Light,
LL Cool J,
Arab on Radar,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Vogues,
The Martian,
Arcadia,
Q and Not U,
Janne Schatter,
Vladislav Delay,
Scan 7,
Alphaville,
The Fall,
New Age Steppers,
Patti Smith,
Prince Buster,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Durutti Column,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Reagan Youth,
Khruangbin,
The Wake,
Talk Talk,
Boz Scaggs,
Marc Almond,
Animal Collective,
Stetsasonic,
Erasure,
Jawbox,
Bobby Byrd,
The Star Department,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Negative Approach,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Mighty Diamonds,
E-Dancer,
Alton Ellis,
Supertramp,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Chris & Cosey,
Rod Modell,
Section 25,
The Monks,
The Victims,
Bang On A Can,
UT,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.