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 Afghanistan and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Tears for Fears to the punk 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Avey Tare,
48th St. Collective,
Reagan Youth,
The Zeros,
Eli Mardock,
Quadrant,
Buzzcocks,
Idris Muhammad,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
T. Rex,
UT,
Loose Ends,
Rites of Spring,
Black Pus,
The Offenders,
Henry Cow,
John Lydon,
Pere Ubu,
Procol Harum,
Kas Product,
Qualms,
Magma,
Sandy B,
Blossom Toes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Andrew Hill,
Maleditus Sound,
Matthew Halsall,
Maurizio,
One Last Wish,
Crash Course in Science,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Tremeloes,
Fad Gadget,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lindisfarne,
Khruangbin,
Y Pants,
The Divine Comedy,
Neil Young,
Rotary Connection,
Warsaw,
Underground Resistance,
The Velvet Underground,
R.M.O.,
Colin Newman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sonic Youth,
Soft Machine,
Subhumans,
Eric Dolphy,
Althea and Donna,
DNA,
Lou Reed,
Yellowson,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.