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 Belarus and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Girls At Our Best! to the rap 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 funk 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Sun City Girls,
Basic Channel,
Gong,
The Offenders,
Soul Sonic Force,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Schoolly D,
Minnie Riperton,
Shoche,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Matthew Bourne,
Half Japanese,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sällskapet,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cheater Slicks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joensuu 1685,
Yazoo,
Niagra,
Roxy Music,
Arthur Verocai,
The Gladiators,
Buzzcocks,
KRS-One,
Kerri Chandler,
Man Parrish,
Bootsy Collins,
The Martian,
Charles Mingus,
Nik Kershaw,
The Monochrome Set,
Aural Exciters,
Porter Ricks,
Fela Kuti,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Minutemen,
Popol Vuh,
The Durutti Column,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Unrelated Segments,
Jeff Mills,
Maleditus Sound,
Frankie Knuckles,
Spoonie Gee,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Dead C,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Deadbeat,
The Standells,
Kas Product,
Rod Modell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cowsills,
Jandek,
Robert Hood,
The Remains,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dave Gahan,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.