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 Papua New Guinea and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Alphaville to the disco 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
CMW,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Association,
The Skatalites,
Throbbing Gristle,
Maurizio,
Pet Shop Boys,
Popol Vuh,
Swell Maps,
Sexual Harrassment,
Faraquet,
Mars,
Lungfish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ponytail,
Nick Fraelich,
The Gories,
Au Pairs,
Nas,
The Knickerbockers,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Y Pants,
Lakeside,
Underground Resistance,
Ohio Players,
Darondo,
Warsaw,
Trumans Water,
Don Cherry,
The Sonics,
Carl Craig,
Visage,
Derrick May,
Bootsy Collins,
The Last Poets,
Big Daddy Kane,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jawbox,
Animal Collective,
Grey Daturas,
Jesper Dahlback,
UT,
Marine Girls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Alice Coltrane,
Bang On A Can,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Zero Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
The Martian,
Mad Mike,
Toni Rubio,
The Dead C,
Althea and Donna,
the Sonics,
Lucky Dragons,
Ice-T,
Main Source,
The Fire Engines,
Kerrie Biddell,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.