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 Benin and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Michael McDonald 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 Golliwogs to the funk 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jeff Mills,
Animal Collective,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jerry's Kids,
Todd Rundgren,
Kenny Larkin,
Crooked Eye,
Vainqueur,
Susan Cadogan,
Piero Umiliani,
Ituana,
Flamin' Groovies,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Janne Schatter,
The Fuzztones,
The Dead C,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joey Negro,
The Fugs,
the Bar-Kays,
Slave,
Fela Kuti,
Brass Construction,
Isaac Hayes,
Bob Dylan,
Marvin Gaye,
Nas,
Accadde A,
Organ,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Alton Ellis,
The Move,
Agitation Free,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tommy Roe,
Arthur Verocai,
Aaron Thompson,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Charles Mingus,
Max Romeo,
Duran Duran,
Scratch Acid,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eric Copeland,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tim Buckley,
Colin Newman,
Lakeside,
Hardrive,
Joy Division,
Anakelly,
New Order,
Adolescents,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.