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 Venezuela and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb 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 Drexciya to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
The New Christs,
Theoretical Girls,
Neil Young,
Rotary Connection,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Durutti Column,
Unwound,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sarah Menescal,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Selecter,
Donald Byrd,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Association,
Glambeats Corp.,
JFA,
D'Angelo,
Faraquet,
Roxette,
Dorothy Ashby,
Duran Duran,
MC5,
Moby Grape,
Goldenarms,
FM Einheit,
John Cale,
Tubeway Army,
Deadbeat,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Colin Newman,
John Lydon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Star Department,
Laurel Aitken,
World's Most,
Joey Negro,
Aswad,
Suicide,
Pere Ubu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
a-ha,
The Gladiators,
Roy Ayers,
Gong,
The Fall,
ABC,
Pole,
Malaria!,
Harmonia,
Sound Behaviour,
Thompson Twins,
Circle Jerks,
Animal Collective,
Ituana,
Pussy Galore,
Flash Fearless,
Jacques Brel,
Graham Central Station,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.