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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb 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 Cluster to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
The Slits,
Rapeman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cymande,
MDC,
Bluetip,
The Searchers,
Monks,
The Red Krayola,
Magma,
Liliput,
Gabor Szabo,
Marc Almond,
The Fall,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gichy Dan,
Joy Division,
Absolute Body Control,
Fad Gadget,
Maleditus Sound,
New Age Steppers,
Danielle Patucci,
Lalo Schifrin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Brand Nubian,
Cluster,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tim Buckley,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
June Days,
the Germs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Echospace,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Soft Cell,
The Gories,
Smog,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Altered Images,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Monochrome Set,
Little Man,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Golliwogs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ornette Coleman,
The Saints,
JFA,
Bill Wells,
Mark Hollis,
The Dead C,
Half Japanese,
Masters at Work,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.