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 Italy and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
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 oboe 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 The Trojans to the grunge 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Audionom,
Chris & Cosey,
Susan Cadogan,
Pagans,
Maleditus Sound,
Wasted Youth,
The Busters,
Crooked Eye,
Don Cherry,
Eric Dolphy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bad Manners,
A Certain Ratio,
Soul Sonic Force,
Shoche,
The Slits,
Minnie Riperton,
Adolescents,
Tommy Roe,
Swans,
Sonic Youth,
Intrusion,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Move,
Funky Four + One,
Jandek,
The Cramps,
Bootsy Collins,
Hasil Adkins,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scion,
Charles Mingus,
Andrew Hill,
Make Up,
Moebius,
Letta Mbulu,
Ohio Players,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Buckinghams,
Hashim,
Todd Rundgren,
Roxy Music,
a-ha,
Section 25,
Pet Shop Boys,
Franke,
Monolake,
John Coltrane,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Gladiators,
Chrome,
Brand Nubian,
Aural Exciters,
The Red Krayola,
Q and Not U,
Tom Boy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Erasure,
Albert Ayler,
Skaos,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.