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 Belarus and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pantaleimon to the grunge 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Lou Christie,
Hoover,
Pantaleimon,
DNA,
Y Pants,
Alton Ellis,
Model 500,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Traffic Nightmare,
The Pretty Things,
The Knickerbockers,
Connie Case,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Mummies,
Thompson Twins,
Tim Buckley,
Dave Gahan,
Crash Course in Science,
Dark Day,
Q65,
Vainqueur,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Moss Icon,
These Immortal Souls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kas Product,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Monochrome Set,
Brick,
The United States of America,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Idris Muhammad,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
EPMD,
Drexciya,
Shuggie Otis,
Fad Gadget,
Mr. Review,
48th St. Collective,
The Fire Engines,
Funkadelic,
Eurythmics,
Letta Mbulu,
Minnie Riperton,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Move,
Juan Atkins,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tres Demented,
Rapeman,
Banda Bassotti,
Gichy Dan,
Archie Shepp,
Hardrive,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.