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 Belarus and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar 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 The Birthday Party to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade 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 dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fat Boys,
Babytalk,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Angels of Light,
Con Funk Shun,
Symarip,
Joe Smooth,
Visage,
Agent Orange,
Whodini,
Main Source,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roxy Music,
Minutemen,
Pantaleimon,
Max Romeo,
Franke,
The Leaves,
New Age Steppers,
Lucky Dragons,
8 Eyed Spy,
Model 500,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pere Ubu,
the Normal,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jeff Mills,
Todd Terry,
Mars,
Black Pus,
Black Moon,
Piero Umiliani,
Wings,
World's Most,
Steve Hackett,
Pagans,
Television Personalities,
Niagra,
Nation of Ulysses,
Loose Ends,
Derrick May,
Rufus Thomas,
Reagan Youth,
The Barracudas,
Glenn Branca,
Todd Rundgren,
Chrome,
E-Dancer,
Althea and Donna,
John Coltrane,
Ohio Players,
Grey Daturas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lakeside,
The Selecter,
Oblivians,
The Doors,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Animal Collective,
Scott Walker,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.