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 Afghanistan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer 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 Ralphi Rosario to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Marshall Jefferson,
Trumans Water,
The Index,
Sexual Harrassment,
Television Personalities,
Depeche Mode,
Fluxion,
Blake Baxter,
The Saints,
Stetsasonic,
The Slits,
Vainqueur,
Average White Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Rakim,
Joe Smooth,
New Age Steppers,
The Cure,
Barrington Levy,
Todd Rundgren,
Metal Thangz,
Todd Terry,
Electric Prunes,
Pantytec,
Bob Dylan,
Davy DMX,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Suburban Knight,
Ossler,
Tears for Fears,
Glenn Branca,
Chris Corsano,
The Raincoats,
Theoretical Girls,
Nico,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Graham Central Station,
Tomorrow,
Josef K,
Arthur Verocai,
Arcadia,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Martian,
the Bar-Kays,
Gong,
Susan Cadogan,
Sugar Minott,
Livin' Joy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minny Pops,
Das Ding,
Ohio Players,
Kevin Saunderson,
Funky Four + One,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Smoke,
The Vogues,
Dark Day,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
a-ha,
48th St. Collective,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.