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 Cyprus and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Newcleus to the rock 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Nik Kershaw,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rekid,
Kas Product,
UT,
Robert Wyatt,
Peter & Gordon,
Nirvana,
The Victims,
Surgeon,
The Birthday Party,
Colin Newman,
Eli Mardock,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Josef K,
Erasure,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scion,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sound Behaviour,
Los Fastidios,
Duran Duran,
Aswad,
T. Rex,
Bush Tetras,
Scan 7,
Circle Jerks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Maurizio,
KRS-One,
Boogie Down Productions,
Freddie Wadling,
Mandrill,
World's Most,
the Normal,
Chrome,
The Fire Engines,
Khruangbin,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Sonics,
Sam Rivers,
Deadbeat,
Sight & Sound,
Symarip,
Malaria!,
Barry Ungar,
Kevin Saunderson,
Little Man,
Nico,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cecil Taylor,
The Index,
Sixth Finger,
Slick Rick,
Con Funk Shun,
Flipper,
Joy Division,
The Move,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.