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 Honduras and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Buzzcocks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Yellowson,
Q and Not U,
Funkadelic,
Eric Copeland,
Mo-Dettes,
The Slits,
Tommy Roe,
The Birthday Party,
Maurizio,
Avey Tare,
Yazoo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camouflage,
Mark Hollis,
The Martian,
Cecil Taylor,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Yaz,
Eve St. Jones,
Whodini,
Dark Day,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gil Scott Heron,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Music Machine,
The Electric Prunes,
The Selecter,
Panda Bear,
Warsaw,
Cal Tjader,
Chris Corsano,
Japan,
Franke,
Qualms,
Suicide,
The Associates,
Moebius,
B.T. Express,
Henry Cow,
Eric B and Rakim,
Technova,
Faraquet,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bob Dylan,
Eden Ahbez,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gichy Dan,
Jacob Miller,
Janne Schatter,
Pole,
Letta Mbulu,
EPMD,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Golliwogs,
Barry Ungar,
10cc,
Mandrill,
The Fall,
Robert Görl,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.