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 Peru and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 John Cale to the electroclash 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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Brick,
Godley & Creme,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scott Walker,
Animal Collective,
Dawn Penn,
Brothers Johnson,
Supertramp,
Kayak,
The Electric Prunes,
A Certain Ratio,
the Normal,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Erasure,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Motions,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ohio Players,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bush Tetras,
Barbara Tucker,
Little Man,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Monks,
Black Pus,
the Bar-Kays,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Dave Clark Five,
Neil Young,
Maleditus Sound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Con Funk Shun,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Swans,
Cecil Taylor,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Techniques,
The Beau Brummels,
Matthew Bourne,
Radio Birdman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ossler,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eli Mardock,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Slick Rick,
The Last Poets,
the Association,
Vladislav Delay,
The Misunderstood,
Barry Ungar,
Gang of Four,
MDC,
Crash Course in Science,
Max Romeo,
Dark Day,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.