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 Libya and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fugazi to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Jimmy McGriff,
X-101,
Minutemen,
Funky Four + One,
Surgeon,
Leonard Cohen,
Can,
Jandek,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Womack,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Motorama,
The Red Krayola,
The Tremeloes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Arcadia,
Magma,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Monolake,
The Skatalites,
Con Funk Shun,
Oblivians,
Peter and Kerry,
Blossom Toes,
Althea and Donna,
the Slits,
Bauhaus,
the Association,
Technova,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fat Boys,
Eric B and Rakim,
Slick Rick,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
DNA,
Tears for Fears,
Heaven 17,
Sister Nancy,
Unwound,
The Victims,
Tim Buckley,
The Moody Blues,
Das Ding,
Kurtis Blow,
Cal Tjader,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dark Day,
Soul II Soul,
Scott Walker,
The Buckinghams,
Inner City,
The Slackers,
The Gap Band,
The Cramps,
Cluster,
Reuben Wilson,
The Zeros,
L. Decosne,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.