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 Uganda and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Slave to the punk 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Masters at Work,
Television,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soul II Soul,
Anthony Braxton,
U.S. Maple,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gang of Four,
Smog,
cv313,
The Cramps,
Bauhaus,
New Order,
Jesper Dahlback,
One Last Wish,
Eli Mardock,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Leaves,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ken Boothe,
Sex Pistols,
ABC,
Monolake,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Groovy Waters,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fugs,
Eurythmics,
The Pretty Things,
Mars,
The Blues Magoos,
Donny Hathaway,
Deakin,
Judy Mowatt,
Maurizio,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Negative Approach,
The Buckinghams,
Gang Starr,
Swans,
Hoover,
The Fire Engines,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Reed,
David McCallum,
The Electric Prunes,
Audionom,
E-Dancer,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Josef K,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Womack,
Pere Ubu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Glenn Branca,
Unwound,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.