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 Guinea-Bissau and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer 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 Barry Ungar to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Negative Approach,
The Move,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Cowsills,
Don Cherry,
Japan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Lydon,
Roxette,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sight & Sound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
DNA,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Durutti Column,
Ronan,
Wire,
Gang Gang Dance,
Shuggie Otis,
The Offenders,
Black Pus,
Glenn Branca,
Rotary Connection,
the Bar-Kays,
The Velvet Underground,
Crime,
Eric Copeland,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Infiniti,
Aaron Thompson,
Jandek,
Tres Demented,
PIL,
Robert Görl,
Clear Light,
Kerrie Biddell,
Anakelly,
Gong,
Lyres,
Scratch Acid,
Lou Reed,
Supertramp,
The Gap Band,
The Golliwogs,
Flipper,
The Barracudas,
Trumans Water,
Blake Baxter,
Dave Gahan,
Sonic Youth,
OOIOO,
Popol Vuh,
The Mojo Men,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Black Dice,
Mantronix,
Jawbox,
Niagra,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.