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 Thailand and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Swans,
Section 25,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bronski Beat,
The Smoke,
Harmonia,
Bang On A Can,
Sugar Minott,
Archie Shepp,
Davy DMX,
Los Fastidios,
Delta 5,
Tears for Fears,
Zero Boys,
Cheater Slicks,
Pagans,
David Bowie,
Groovy Waters,
James White and The Blacks,
The Star Department,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The J.B.'s,
Sällskapet,
Judy Mowatt,
Brass Construction,
The Angels of Light,
The United States of America,
Minutemen,
Lungfish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ken Boothe,
Aswad,
Sight & Sound,
Motorama,
Absolute Body Control,
Bill Wells,
Scott Walker,
The Fall,
Marmalade,
Gang of Four,
Heaven 17,
Ornette Coleman,
The Golliwogs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Underground Resistance,
Lyres,
Sound Behaviour,
Bootsy Collins,
Quantec,
Don Cherry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nico,
L. Decosne,
Maleditus Sound,
The Beau Brummels,
Qualms,
Derrick Morgan,
Matthew Halsall,
Be Bop Deluxe,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.