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 Barbados and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the punk 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
The Pop Group,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Techniques,
Todd Terry,
Oblivians,
Spandau Ballet,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crash Course in Science,
Idris Muhammad,
Gang Starr,
Erasure,
Dead Boys,
Cymande,
K-Klass,
Wasted Youth,
Faraquet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tres Demented,
Scientists,
Minor Threat,
Delta 5,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Young Marble Giants,
Maurizio,
Bobby Womack,
A Certain Ratio,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sällskapet,
Iggy Pop,
Radiohead,
Little Man,
Niagra,
Lalann,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soft Machine,
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Christie,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gun Club,
FM Einheit,
This Heat,
Lucky Dragons,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
U.S. Maple,
Pantaleimon,
Inner City,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Youth Brigade,
Arcadia,
The Fugs,
Carl Craig,
Soulsonic Force,
The Names,
Scrapy,
Bill Wells,
Janne Schatter,
Avey Tare,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.