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 Haiti and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mad Mike to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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 Names,
Sandy B,
Pierre Henry,
The Divine Comedy,
The Toasters,
UT,
Little Man,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Unwound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Delta 5,
Unrelated Segments,
Lightning Bolt,
Bootsy Collins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crime,
The Remains,
Minutemen,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Doors,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Kinks,
Camouflage,
Reagan Youth,
Minny Pops,
The Gladiators,
Don Cherry,
Iggy Pop,
Carl Craig,
Tommy Roe,
Ronnie Foster,
Hoover,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gong,
Nick Fraelich,
Babytalk,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Sheep,
Derrick May,
Fluxion,
Swell Maps,
Skarface,
Cal Tjader,
Suburban Knight,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Magma,
Kaleidoscope,
Kenny Larkin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Archie Shepp,
The Smiths,
The Last Poets,
Mary Jane Girls,
Livin' Joy,
Cluster,
Junior Murvin,
Y Pants,
Groovy Waters,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.