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 Comoros and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord 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 Ludus to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
The Red Krayola,
The Cosmic Jokers,
David McCallum,
Smog,
Stetsasonic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Deepchord,
Gabor Szabo,
48th St. Collective,
Man Eating Sloth,
Franke,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lakeside,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Neil Young,
Joe Smooth,
Kenny Larkin,
The Sonics,
Rapeman,
Bush Tetras,
Andrew Hill,
Loose Ends,
Cymande,
Grandmaster Flash,
Connie Case,
Isaac Hayes,
Los Fastidios,
Byron Stingily,
Spandau Ballet,
Charles Mingus,
Marc Almond,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Index,
Magma,
Lower 48,
Interpol,
Cluster,
Urselle,
The Black Dice,
Albert Ayler,
Joe Finger,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wings,
Donny Hathaway,
Camberwell Now,
Metal Thangz,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Barbara Tucker,
The Selecter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soul II Soul,
The Techniques,
Minnie Riperton,
Patti Smith,
Depeche Mode,
The Residents,
the Swans,
Dennis Brown,
Electric Prunes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.