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 Poland and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Severed Heads,
Don Cherry,
Albert Ayler,
The Trojans,
Sister Nancy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Qualms,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobbi Humphrey,
JFA,
Stereo Dub,
Marc Almond,
Stiv Bators,
Andrew Hill,
Easy Going,
Rufus Thomas,
Television Personalities,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marmalade,
the Sonics,
Saccharine Trust,
Minor Threat,
The Motions,
Davy DMX,
Bobby Byrd,
James White and The Blacks,
Wire,
Grey Daturas,
Wings,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eric Dolphy,
The Zeros,
Magma,
David McCallum,
Television,
Deadbeat,
The Vogues,
Josef K,
Flipper,
Kurtis Blow,
Slick Rick,
Blossom Toes,
Stetsasonic,
Chrome,
Janne Schatter,
Khruangbin,
Talk Talk,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sex Pistols,
CMW,
The Cure,
Jeff Mills,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
These Immortal Souls,
the Human League,
Sandy B,
Bronski Beat,
Lungfish,
Cecil Taylor,
The Leaves,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.