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 Tanzania and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Crash Course in Science to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Gang of Four,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
June of 44,
Ludus,
MDC,
Index,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bauhaus,
Model 500,
Minnie Riperton,
Glambeats Corp.,
Darondo,
The United States of America,
Massinfluence,
Country Teasers,
Mandrill,
Derrick Morgan,
The Trojans,
The Smoke,
Boredoms,
Slave,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Sheep,
Blake Baxter,
Lungfish,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Little Man,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Banda Bassotti,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mark Hollis,
Robert Wyatt,
Howard Jones,
E-Dancer,
Thee Headcoats,
Infiniti,
Skaos,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Visage,
The Gladiators,
The Evens,
The Last Poets,
Alice Coltrane,
FM Einheit,
Yusef Lateef,
Swell Maps,
Bobby Byrd,
Derrick May,
The Offenders,
Mantronix,
Lalo Schifrin,
The American Breed,
Arthur Verocai,
David McCallum,
Wings,
The Star Department,
Alphaville,
Tommy Roe,
Whodini,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.