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 South Sudan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mantronix to the electroclash 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Nils Olav,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Pus,
The Gap Band,
Faraquet,
Dead Boys,
Bill Wells,
The Kinks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ronnie Foster,
Swans,
The Skatalites,
Bizarre Inc.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Audionom,
Mark Hollis,
The Count Five,
Ken Boothe,
Dawn Penn,
The Stooges,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minny Pops,
Pussy Galore,
Surgeon,
Fatback Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Index,
Gang Starr,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Von Mondo,
Rosa Yemen,
The Red Krayola,
Harry Pussy,
The Zeros,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ten City,
Godley & Creme,
Grey Daturas,
Lightning Bolt,
Ohio Players,
Cluster,
Sonic Youth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eddi Front,
Sällskapet,
Hoover,
The Seeds,
Pagans,
Massinfluence,
Suicide,
Lower 48,
Mary Jane Girls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rapeman,
John Foxx,
Simply Red,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.