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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fuzztones to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
FM Einheit,
Chris & Cosey,
CMW,
R.M.O.,
The Smiths,
John Cale,
The Buckinghams,
Ralphi Rosario,
PIL,
The J.B.'s,
Bang On A Can,
The Happenings,
The Blackbyrds,
Rekid,
The Cure,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Busters,
John Foxx,
Tubeway Army,
Idris Muhammad,
Robert Görl,
Marvin Gaye,
Circle Jerks,
Skarface,
Aloha Tigers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Icehouse,
Avey Tare,
Brand Nubian,
AZ,
A Certain Ratio,
Con Funk Shun,
Pet Shop Boys,
Glenn Branca,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Dave Clark Five,
Aaron Thompson,
The Sound,
Parry Music,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Theoretical Girls,
Moebius,
Charles Mingus,
Marshall Jefferson,
Livin' Joy,
The Fire Engines,
The Shadows of Knight,
Index,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fugazi,
Nik Kershaw,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Bananas,
Unrelated Segments,
Ice-T,
The Index,
Clear Light,
Newcleus,
Stiv Bators,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.