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 Palau and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Donald Fagen 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 Cabaret Voltaire 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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Kaleidoscope,
The Saints,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pet Shop Boys,
Qualms,
Crash Course in Science,
Henry Cow,
Brass Construction,
David Axelrod,
the Bar-Kays,
Kas Product,
The Mojo Men,
Lakeside,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Circle Jerks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Minor Threat,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ohio Players,
the Association,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Gap Band,
L. Decosne,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sam Rivers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Anthony Braxton,
Parry Music,
Fat Boys,
DJ Sneak,
Nils Olav,
Quando Quango,
Tom Boy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Absolute Body Control,
Bob Dylan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Robert Wyatt,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Television,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kurtis Blow,
Blossom Toes,
Franke,
Erasure,
Boredoms,
Cluster,
The Remains,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Move,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Slackers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
This Heat,
Prince Buster,
Faraquet,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.