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 Liberia and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord 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 Junior Murvin to the funk 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Minor Threat,
Cheater Slicks,
Depeche Mode,
Royal Trux,
Con Funk Shun,
Zero Boys,
Danielle Patucci,
Jesper Dahlback,
Metal Thangz,
Leonard Cohen,
Althea and Donna,
L. Decosne,
Peter and Kerry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Todd Terry,
Tommy Roe,
Barry Ungar,
Ultra Naté,
Los Fastidios,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobby Womack,
Ituana,
Pagans,
Barrington Levy,
One Last Wish,
ABBA,
The Offenders,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soulsonic Force,
Josef K,
Terry Callier,
Brass Construction,
Spandau Ballet,
the Association,
Tears for Fears,
Eddi Front,
Cecil Taylor,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Oblivians,
Roger Hodgson,
Swans,
Sandy B,
John Holt,
Bill Wells,
Harmonia,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marvin Gaye,
Pulsallama,
Saccharine Trust,
Erasure,
The Seeds,
The Searchers,
The Techniques,
The Invisible,
Lakeside,
Henry Cow,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Skriet,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.