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 Malta and from Columbus.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Moebius to the disco 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Angry Samoans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Adolescents,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
FM Einheit,
R.M.O.,
The Saints,
Kas Product,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
David Bowie,
PIL,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nick Fraelich,
Can,
Funky Four + One,
Banda Bassotti,
Scott Walker,
Sparks,
Robert Görl,
Bobby Sherman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
New Order,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Moody Blues,
Jeff Mills,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Todd Terry,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Accadde A,
Magazine,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Smiths,
The Fuzztones,
Darondo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Steve Hackett,
Sun City Girls,
Lightning Bolt,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Warren Ellis,
Black Flag,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Aswad,
The Mummies,
Crash Course in Science,
KRS-One,
Cameo,
Mars,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Reuben Wilson,
Mission of Burma,
Skarface,
The Mojo Men,
Ronan,
Groovy Waters,
Radio Birdman,
DNA,
Rotary Connection,
Symarip,
Boredoms,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.