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 Marshall Islands and from Mexico City.
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 Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gang Green to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Procol Harum,
Crash Course in Science,
Robert Hood,
Franke,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Motions,
Minnie Riperton,
Lalo Schifrin,
DJ Sneak,
The Black Dice,
Eden Ahbez,
Au Pairs,
John Coltrane,
One Last Wish,
Wire,
The Misunderstood,
The New Christs,
Porter Ricks,
Alison Limerick,
Terrestrial Tones,
K-Klass,
Jeff Mills,
Trumans Water,
John Lydon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kool Moe Dee,
48th St. Collective,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Little Man,
Aswad,
X-102,
the Germs,
Symarip,
10cc,
Patti Smith,
Faust,
Wally Richardson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Foxx,
June Days,
Section 25,
La Düsseldorf,
Ice-T,
Barrington Levy,
Panda Bear,
Bluetip,
The Flesh Eaters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bronski Beat,
CMW,
8 Eyed Spy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Talk Talk,
Fad Gadget,
Vainqueur,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fela Kuti,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.