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 Lithuania and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Banda Bassotti,
Roxy Music,
Morten Harket,
Letta Mbulu,
Boredoms,
Tim Buckley,
Quando Quango,
John Lydon,
Anthony Braxton,
Mission of Burma,
Warren Ellis,
Brass Construction,
Joensuu 1685,
Procol Harum,
T.S.O.L.,
Soulsonic Force,
Scott Walker,
Amon Düül II,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Darondo,
Tubeway Army,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Derrick Morgan,
Interpol,
Audionom,
Gang Green,
the Germs,
Joy Division,
Guru Guru,
Pantaleimon,
Juan Atkins,
Clear Light,
The Music Machine,
Skriet,
Wasted Youth,
kango's stein massive,
Chris & Cosey,
Hardrive,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sexual Harrassment,
Negative Approach,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Little Man,
Newcleus,
Carl Craig,
Country Teasers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Arthur Verocai,
Cameo,
John Holt,
Hashim,
Be Bop Deluxe,
MC5,
Radio Birdman,
World's Most,
Desert Stars,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.