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 Papua New Guinea and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Howard Jones to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Dirtbombs,
Au Pairs,
48th St. Collective,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Smoke,
Lalann,
Man Parrish,
Soft Cell,
Parry Music,
China Crisis,
The Pretty Things,
Gichy Dan,
Grey Daturas,
Matthew Halsall,
The J.B.'s,
ABBA,
Reuben Wilson,
Crime,
Barclay James Harvest,
Khruangbin,
Brass Construction,
L. Decosne,
Joey Negro,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Japan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cecil Taylor,
Tears for Fears,
Derrick May,
The Gun Club,
Cameo,
Swell Maps,
The Blackbyrds,
Soulsonic Force,
Brick,
Hot Snakes,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Techniques,
Cybotron,
Adolescents,
Robert Hood,
Fela Kuti,
Theoretical Girls,
Joensuu 1685,
Ultra Naté,
Intrusion,
T.S.O.L.,
Pole,
Tomorrow,
Pierre Henry,
John Holt,
Dual Sessions,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Toasters,
A Certain Ratio,
The Raincoats,
Morten Harket,
The Count Five,
Ponytail,
Lower 48,
Marvin Gaye,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.