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 Kiribati and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Wolf Eyes to the dance 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Icehouse,
The Gun Club,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Darondo,
Minny Pops,
Joy Division,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Alice Coltrane,
Electric Prunes,
Robert Wyatt,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sixth Finger,
Rod Modell,
Charles Mingus,
Jandek,
Sällskapet,
Ultravox,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Barrington Levy,
The Angels of Light,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Radiopuhelimet,
Curtis Mayfield,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Simply Red,
Scion,
Tubeway Army,
Maleditus Sound,
Ronnie Foster,
Flamin' Groovies,
In Retrospect,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Sparks,
Essential Logic,
the Human League,
The Count Five,
Brass Construction,
Oblivians,
Danielle Patucci,
Bauhaus,
Leonard Cohen,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tears for Fears,
Dennis Brown,
Harry Pussy,
X-101,
Andrew Hill,
CMW,
Soul Sonic Force,
The New Christs,
Johnny Clarke,
Von Mondo,
Flipper,
AZ,
Tom Boy,
the Normal,
Black Sheep,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.