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 Djibouti and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the jazz 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
The Monochrome Set,
Angry Samoans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Swans,
Little Man,
Joyce Sims,
the Association,
Lebanon Hanover,
Japan,
Leonard Cohen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Infiniti,
Q65,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Todd Terry,
The Cramps,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Max Romeo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lyres,
In Retrospect,
Ornette Coleman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roy Ayers,
Eric Dolphy,
Mars,
Maleditus Sound,
Tres Demented,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bauhaus,
New Order,
Altered Images,
Vainqueur,
Robert Wyatt,
Skriet,
Colin Newman,
Blake Baxter,
AZ,
Bad Manners,
Black Pus,
The Names,
Hardrive,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Morten Harket,
the Sonics,
Sugar Minott,
Warren Ellis,
The Fugs,
Nick Fraelich,
The Zeros,
The Durutti Column,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Youth Brigade,
Cluster,
Section 25,
The Leaves,
T. Rex,
Reuben Wilson,
The Angels of Light,
Drexciya,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.