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 Gabon and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Camouflage to the disco 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Unwound,
Toni Rubio,
The Count Five,
Minutemen,
Chrome,
Pantaleimon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bob Dylan,
Section 25,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Traffic Nightmare,
D'Angelo,
The Star Department,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Electric Prunes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Archie Shepp,
Arthur Verocai,
Camberwell Now,
John Holt,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Excepter,
Whodini,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Television Personalities,
Neil Young,
10cc,
Morten Harket,
Funky Four + One,
Fela Kuti,
Eve St. Jones,
Aaron Thompson,
Underground Resistance,
Joey Negro,
T. Rex,
Black Sheep,
Franke,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sun Ra,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Grass Roots,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Happenings,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Barbara Tucker,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Henry Cow,
Fatback Band,
Nas,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fugazi,
Tubeway Army,
Quadrant,
PIL,
Sun City Girls,
New Age Steppers,
Marine Girls,
Lalann,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cecil Taylor,
Surgeon,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.