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 Mexico and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Siglo XX to the rap 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Henry Cow,
Letta Mbulu,
Maleditus Sound,
Stetsasonic,
The Real Kids,
Mantronix,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Coltrane,
Young Marble Giants,
Lightning Bolt,
The Black Dice,
Scion,
The Five Americans,
The Fortunes,
Half Japanese,
Crash Course in Science,
8 Eyed Spy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eric Copeland,
Nik Kershaw,
Robert Wyatt,
Joe Finger,
Ultimate Spinach,
EPMD,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Popol Vuh,
Minor Threat,
The Litter,
Pierre Henry,
Technova,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobby Sherman,
Man Parrish,
Joensuu 1685,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Subhumans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Echospace,
Byron Stingily,
Sarah Menescal,
Magma,
Rosa Yemen,
Unrelated Segments,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eli Mardock,
John Cale,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Modern Lovers,
John Lydon,
Gabor Szabo,
Excepter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bronski Beat,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kerrie Biddell,
Blossom Toes,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.