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 Paraguay and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Von Mondo to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Nico,
Aloha Tigers,
UT,
Neil Young,
Wolf Eyes,
Lakeside,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Buzzcocks,
These Immortal Souls,
Gichy Dan,
James White and The Blacks,
The Doors,
The Pretty Things,
Adolescents,
Royal Trux,
Thompson Twins,
The Detroit Cobras,
Heaven 17,
Black Bananas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ken Boothe,
The Leaves,
The New Christs,
Gong,
Ponytail,
Bang On A Can,
Mantronix,
Peter and Kerry,
Lou Christie,
Graham Central Station,
Archie Shepp,
The Skatalites,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Motorama,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marmalade,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Susan Cadogan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Icehouse,
Kurtis Blow,
Dark Day,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Dirtbombs,
Rod Modell,
The Moody Blues,
the Association,
Althea and Donna,
Sound Behaviour,
Desert Stars,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lyres,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Saccharine Trust,
Jimmy McGriff,
Siglo XX,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.