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 Samoa and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Symarip to the rock 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
The Divine Comedy,
Camberwell Now,
David Bowie,
Eric Dolphy,
The Cure,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bob Dylan,
Pylon,
Joe Smooth,
Fugazi,
Intrusion,
Ralphi Rosario,
Yaz,
Black Pus,
Monks,
Steve Hackett,
Buzzcocks,
Lungfish,
The Music Machine,
Ohio Players,
Suicide,
Royal Trux,
Fela Kuti,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Unwound,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pantaleimon,
Pierre Henry,
Maurizio,
Lou Christie,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sight & Sound,
Fatback Band,
Drexciya,
Wire,
Yellowson,
Silicon Teens,
Funky Four + One,
Brothers Johnson,
The Index,
The Detroit Cobras,
Patti Smith,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
JFA,
Terry Callier,
The Residents,
Al Stewart,
Brass Construction,
Danielle Patucci,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soul II Soul,
Inner City,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fall,
Cameo,
Jawbox,
Black Bananas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Y Pants,
Ultravox,
Grauzone,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.