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 Pakistan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Remains to the disco 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Matthew Halsall,
Ituana,
Roy Ayers,
The Last Poets,
Derrick May,
Suicide,
Faraquet,
Main Source,
Idris Muhammad,
The Count Five,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Unwound,
Rufus Thomas,
The Barracudas,
Scratch Acid,
Nirvana,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Happenings,
Soft Cell,
Yaz,
The Monks,
Banda Bassotti,
Crime,
Faust,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Flag,
Archie Shepp,
Throbbing Gristle,
Alice Coltrane,
Scott Walker,
The Fortunes,
Dark Day,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Alison Limerick,
The Neon Judgement,
Ultra Naté,
Bootsy Collins,
the Normal,
Index,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Remains,
The Music Machine,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Stooges,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eric Copeland,
Blancmange,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sam Rivers,
Robert Wyatt,
John Foxx,
U.S. Maple,
Warren Ellis,
Wire,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Magma,
The Toasters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Associates,
Minutemen,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.