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 Fiji and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the crunk 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Angry Samoans,
John Holt,
Archie Shepp,
The Victims,
Pulsallama,
This Heat,
Trumans Water,
Peter and Kerry,
Charles Mingus,
Shuggie Otis,
Warren Ellis,
Pantytec,
Don Cherry,
Suburban Knight,
AZ,
Stetsasonic,
Mantronix,
The Human League,
The Names,
Boz Scaggs,
ABBA,
The Detroit Cobras,
Von Mondo,
Cybotron,
Bobby Sherman,
Animal Collective,
Susan Cadogan,
Aloha Tigers,
Cal Tjader,
Essential Logic,
Thompson Twins,
Aswad,
Negative Approach,
The Skatalites,
Hardrive,
CMW,
The Slits,
Robert Wyatt,
Lindisfarne,
Scan 7,
Skaos,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sound Behaviour,
Underground Resistance,
Freddie Wadling,
Blossom Toes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Anakelly,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nils Olav,
Juan Atkins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Unwound,
Ronnie Foster,
Sonic Youth,
Glenn Branca,
The Red Krayola,
Siglo XX,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.