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 New Zealand and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar 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 Deakin to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Magazine,
Sam Rivers,
Faust,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Leaves,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eric Dolphy,
Bang On A Can,
The Birthday Party,
China Crisis,
Nirvana,
Banda Bassotti,
The Invisible,
Minor Threat,
Index,
Quantec,
Eli Mardock,
Organ,
Traffic Nightmare,
Inner City,
Anthony Braxton,
Aswad,
U.S. Maple,
Minnie Riperton,
The Red Krayola,
Livin' Joy,
Trumans Water,
The Blackbyrds,
John Lydon,
Babytalk,
Tim Buckley,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott Heron,
Main Source,
Crooked Eye,
New Order,
DJ Style,
Lou Reed,
The Wake,
Minutemen,
Wally Richardson,
Iggy Pop,
Soul II Soul,
Jeff Mills,
Quadrant,
Excepter,
Frankie Knuckles,
EPMD,
Throbbing Gristle,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Arab on Radar,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ken Boothe,
Althea and Donna,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Interpol,
Cecil Taylor,
Marmalade,
Maleditus Sound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Outsiders,
Shoche,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.