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 Dominica and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 New Order to the crunk 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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
48th St. Collective,
Whodini,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scientists,
Arthur Verocai,
the Soft Cell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
This Heat,
June of 44,
X-Ray Spex,
Warren Ellis,
Faraquet,
Albert Ayler,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Slave,
JFA,
Scrapy,
New Age Steppers,
Make Up,
Fatback Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Divine Comedy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Erykah Badu,
The Skatalites,
Anthony Braxton,
Kayak,
The Monochrome Set,
the Association,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kaleidoscope,
Mission of Burma,
Hoover,
Drive Like Jehu,
Stockholm Monsters,
Yazoo,
Jandek,
In Retrospect,
The Golliwogs,
Fear,
Hasil Adkins,
Eden Ahbez,
Roxy Music,
U.S. Maple,
Parry Music,
The Smiths,
Ice-T,
Robert Görl,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Khruangbin,
Theoretical Girls,
a-ha,
Can,
Wolf Eyes,
Pylon,
KRS-One,
Robert Hood,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.