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 Seychelles and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Glasgow and Mumbai.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gerry Rafferty to the grime 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soft Cell,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pere Ubu,
Harmonia,
Bootsy Collins,
Blossom Toes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wasted Youth,
Tom Boy,
The Residents,
Swans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Associates,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jacob Miller,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Slackers,
The Raincoats,
The Moleskins,
Neu!,
Oneida,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Association,
June Days,
Donald Byrd,
Pantaleimon,
a-ha,
Eli Mardock,
Bill Near,
Fad Gadget,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Chrome,
Guru Guru,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Intrusion,
Robert Wyatt,
OOIOO,
Dennis Brown,
The Victims,
Amon Düül,
Jeru the Damaja,
Shoche,
Maleditus Sound,
Lower 48,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Stetsasonic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Country Teasers,
Wally Richardson,
The Fall,
Sugar Minott,
Aaron Thompson,
Harpers Bizarre,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Quantec,
Das Ding,
Nils Olav,
Neil Young,
Scion,
Rites of Spring,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.