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 Mauritania and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar 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 The Barracudas to the dance 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jerry's Kids,
Colin Newman,
The Wake,
Minny Pops,
Livin' Joy,
DJ Style,
Dennis Brown,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tom Boy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Urselle,
Soft Cell,
the Germs,
Todd Terry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Swans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Cure,
Royal Trux,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fugazi,
The Motions,
Kerri Chandler,
Parry Music,
H. Thieme,
Stiv Bators,
Nick Fraelich,
Pulsallama,
Anthony Braxton,
Peter and Kerry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soft Machine,
Scientists,
the Soft Cell,
Soul II Soul,
Johnny Osbourne,
Maurizio,
Little Man,
Nico,
Matthew Bourne,
Ornette Coleman,
New Order,
Rekid,
Todd Rundgren,
Sugar Minott,
Ronnie Foster,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Public Enemy,
The J.B.'s,
Erasure,
Donald Byrd,
Cluster,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.