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 Grenada and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Livin' Joy to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Swans,
EPMD,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Doobie Brothers,
Chris & Cosey,
Ronan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sonic Youth,
Tim Buckley,
Qualms,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Goldenarms,
Pierre Henry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The United States of America,
Interpol,
Rod Modell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Beau Brummels,
The Birthday Party,
Fear,
Anthony Braxton,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Aloha Tigers,
Carl Craig,
Alison Limerick,
Smog,
Bush Tetras,
Trumans Water,
The Mighty Diamonds,
La Düsseldorf,
Moebius,
Fatback Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Little Man,
Maleditus Sound,
Duran Duran,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tom Boy,
Oblivians,
Cecil Taylor,
Brass Construction,
The American Breed,
Wally Richardson,
Scientists,
H. Thieme,
Sam Rivers,
the Normal,
48th St. Collective,
Grauzone,
Young Marble Giants,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joe Finger,
Marvin Gaye,
Kayak,
Traffic Nightmare,
Connie Case,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scott Walker,
DNA,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.