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 St Lucia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Unrelated Segments to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
The Count Five,
Aloha Tigers,
Siglo XX,
Godley & Creme,
Reagan Youth,
Patti Smith,
World's Most,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eurythmics,
Tres Demented,
the Association,
Khruangbin,
Banda Bassotti,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Y Pants,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mark Hollis,
Vainqueur,
T. Rex,
Wings,
Gang Gang Dance,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Chris Corsano,
Model 500,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pharoah Sanders,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eli Mardock,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ornette Coleman,
Kevin Saunderson,
Amon Düül,
The Gladiators,
Glenn Branca,
The Modern Lovers,
Fat Boys,
Cybotron,
Lucky Dragons,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Man Parrish,
The Gap Band,
Sex Pistols,
Gang of Four,
the Sonics,
Jacques Brel,
John Cale,
Index,
Groovy Waters,
Gabor Szabo,
Al Stewart,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Deakin,
Moebius,
The Selecter,
Boredoms,
Q and Not U,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Associates,
Todd Terry,
China Crisis,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.