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 Iraq and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb 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 Anthony Braxton to the rock 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Second Layer,
Vladislav Delay,
Qualms,
The Slits,
The Happenings,
Kayak,
The Seeds,
Das Ding,
Fear,
Amon Düül II,
The Grass Roots,
Yaz,
David McCallum,
Fad Gadget,
Pantytec,
Marmalade,
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Christie,
Soft Machine,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Stiv Bators,
Lungfish,
Suicide,
Prince Buster,
Technova,
Rotary Connection,
Royal Trux,
John Holt,
Clear Light,
Chris Corsano,
Mandrill,
Dennis Brown,
Schoolly D,
Ice-T,
R.M.O.,
The Mummies,
Mission of Burma,
Skriet,
Todd Terry,
Crime,
Althea and Donna,
Newcleus,
The Saints,
Flash Fearless,
Scion,
Magazine,
T.S.O.L.,
The Cure,
Kurtis Blow,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Drive Like Jehu,
Carl Craig,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dead Boys,
Scrapy,
The Human League,
Severed Heads,
ABC,
The Smiths,
Harpers Bizarre,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.