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 Korea North and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Techniques to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Monks,
Glambeats Corp.,
PIL,
Carl Craig,
Anthony Braxton,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Evens,
Cameo,
Au Pairs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Buzzcocks,
T.S.O.L.,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mantronix,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Surgeon,
Qualms,
Bronski Beat,
Camouflage,
Yaz,
Alton Ellis,
The Move,
The Raincoats,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Trumans Water,
KRS-One,
B.T. Express,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fela Kuti,
The Knickerbockers,
Pierre Henry,
Warren Ellis,
Donny Hathaway,
Grey Daturas,
The Blackbyrds,
David Bowie,
Kerri Chandler,
Bauhaus,
Shuggie Otis,
The J.B.'s,
Cheater Slicks,
Archie Shepp,
Grandmaster Flash,
Outsiders,
Sixth Finger,
Electric Prunes,
World's Most,
Cymande,
Rakim,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fugs,
Dennis Brown,
Erykah Badu,
The Saints,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Loose Ends,
Jandek,
Mandrill,
a-ha,
Agent Orange,
Dark Day,
Arcadia,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.