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 Tanzania and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba 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 Echospace to the electroclash 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Gang of Four,
Hashim,
Procol Harum,
The Gories,
Mad Mike,
The Wake,
Peter & Gordon,
Terry Callier,
The Sisters of Mercy,
cv313,
Pere Ubu,
Banda Bassotti,
Bill Near,
Gang Green,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Graham Central Station,
Public Enemy,
Bobby Womack,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Blancmange,
Make Up,
Man Eating Sloth,
Half Japanese,
Darondo,
New York Dolls,
the Association,
Mars,
Magazine,
Iggy Pop,
Terrestrial Tones,
Godley & Creme,
Michelle Simonal,
The Durutti Column,
Gil Scott Heron,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nik Kershaw,
Glambeats Corp.,
The United States of America,
Henry Cow,
In Retrospect,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dave Gahan,
Reagan Youth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Aswad,
Soft Machine,
Zapp,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Duran Duran,
Chrome,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sister Nancy,
The Residents,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sight & Sound,
Glenn Branca,
The Skatalites,
The Music Machine,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.