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 Maldives and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 New Order 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Motions,
Wire,
Shoche,
Suburban Knight,
Aural Exciters,
Unwound,
Tomorrow,
Negative Approach,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Vogues,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Pus,
Robert Hood,
Mo-Dettes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Slave,
Henry Cow,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Soft Cell,
Mad Mike,
the Sonics,
The Tremeloes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Procol Harum,
Royal Trux,
Dark Day,
Franke,
Nick Fraelich,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
June Days,
PIL,
Minnie Riperton,
World's Most,
Crash Course in Science,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Maleditus Sound,
Kas Product,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Siglo XX,
8 Eyed Spy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nirvana,
Lebanon Hanover,
Reuben Wilson,
Idris Muhammad,
Con Funk Shun,
The Invisible,
Scan 7,
F. McDonald,
Lucky Dragons,
Cheater Slicks,
Crime,
Freddie Wadling,
Los Fastidios,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.