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 Vietnam and from Beijing.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fad Gadget to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Carl Craig,
Newcleus,
Tommy Roe,
Juan Atkins,
Glenn Branca,
Porter Ricks,
Skriet,
Archie Shepp,
The Gun Club,
Hardrive,
Mandrill,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Zero Boys,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Vainqueur,
Darondo,
Crime,
Ten City,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kaleidoscope,
Nils Olav,
Bang On A Can,
Average White Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Pretty Things,
Cecil Taylor,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Andrew Hill,
The Sonics,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tears for Fears,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scion,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lou Christie,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Main Source,
The Durutti Column,
Fat Boys,
Bill Wells,
Sandy B,
The Names,
Rakim,
Bad Manners,
Little Man,
Subhumans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kurtis Blow,
The Doors,
Max Romeo,
The Music Machine,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Smoke,
Slick Rick,
the Association,
Flamin' Groovies,
Depeche Mode,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.