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 Qatar and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 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 Gregory Isaacs to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mad Mike record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Blues Magoos,
Theoretical Girls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Interpol,
Maurizio,
Isaac Hayes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ponytail,
Matthew Bourne,
The Mojo Men,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Maleditus Sound,
Sonic Youth,
The Searchers,
MC5,
Quando Quango,
Jandek,
Pere Ubu,
X-Ray Spex,
Arab on Radar,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nirvana,
Aloha Tigers,
Absolute Body Control,
B.T. Express,
Symarip,
Little Man,
Faraquet,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Unwound,
Deadbeat,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rakim,
Organ,
Hardrive,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Slackers,
Q65,
The Victims,
Sparks,
Monks,
Unrelated Segments,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Alarm Clocks,
David Bowie,
Ornette Coleman,
JFA,
June of 44,
Marvin Gaye,
The Electric Prunes,
the Soft Cell,
Mandrill,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.