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 Tuvalu and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ 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 Subhumans to the crunk 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Althea and Donna,
Aswad,
Mr. Review,
June of 44,
Sarah Menescal,
Camberwell Now,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Michelle Simonal,
Sam Rivers,
Alison Limerick,
Blossom Toes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Babytalk,
Andrew Hill,
Half Japanese,
X-101,
World's Most,
David Bowie,
Judy Mowatt,
Quadrant,
Radiohead,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bill Near,
Avey Tare,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Q and Not U,
Malaria!,
The Associates,
U.S. Maple,
Derrick Morgan,
Index,
Max Romeo,
Alphaville,
the Swans,
Joy Division,
The Standells,
Skriet,
James White and The Blacks,
Smog,
Nas,
AZ,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Moebius,
Zero Boys,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Tremeloes,
The Count Five,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Donald Byrd,
ABC,
Godley & Creme,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scion,
Wire,
Visage,
Joensuu 1685,
Marcia Griffiths,
Slick Rick,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.