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 Nigeria and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Basic Channel to the crunk 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Joe Finger,
Monolake,
cv313,
Colin Newman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jeff Mills,
Thompson Twins,
Todd Rundgren,
Negative Approach,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marmalade,
John Foxx,
Sexual Harrassment,
Circle Jerks,
Grauzone,
Bobby Byrd,
Y Pants,
Chrome,
Barbara Tucker,
Tropical Tobacco,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Unwound,
Easy Going,
Chris & Cosey,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sister Nancy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ronan,
Funkadelic,
Guru Guru,
Bob Dylan,
Niagra,
Sällskapet,
June of 44,
The Monks,
Cybotron,
The Red Krayola,
T.S.O.L.,
Boz Scaggs,
Lyres,
FM Einheit,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pylon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Country Teasers,
Bush Tetras,
Mad Mike,
Mantronix,
The Residents,
Spoonie Gee,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sound Behaviour,
Howard Jones,
Sam Rivers,
The Divine Comedy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kerri Chandler,
JFA,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.