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 Hungary 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 The Residents to the grunge 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Wire,
Patti Smith,
Dave Gahan,
David Axelrod,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tommy Roe,
Groovy Waters,
Skarface,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Deakin,
Eurythmics,
The Durutti Column,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
A Certain Ratio,
Main Source,
Jesper Dahlback,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fuzztones,
The Black Dice,
Spoonie Gee,
Blancmange,
China Crisis,
The Buckinghams,
Avey Tare,
Pulsallama,
Drexciya,
New Order,
Blossom Toes,
John Foxx,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marine Girls,
Das Ding,
Eric Dolphy,
Cymande,
John Cale,
Angry Samoans,
The Skatalites,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Janne Schatter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soft Cell,
Juan Atkins,
Jerry's Kids,
T.S.O.L.,
The Human League,
Quando Quango,
Donald Byrd,
Lindisfarne,
The Tremeloes,
Interpol,
Quantec,
Jeff Lynne,
Wolf Eyes,
The Litter,
Eric B and Rakim,
Stiv Bators,
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.