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 Venezuela and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 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 Massinfluence to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Sound Behaviour,
Letta Mbulu,
Derrick May,
Zero Boys,
The Count Five,
Yazoo,
The Gories,
New Age Steppers,
The Fugs,
Youth Brigade,
Visage,
Rod Modell,
Whodini,
Thompson Twins,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lyres,
Barclay James Harvest,
Qualms,
Marine Girls,
The Selecter,
Malaria!,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
UT,
The Residents,
Minnie Riperton,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Idris Muhammad,
Dawn Penn,
48th St. Collective,
Underground Resistance,
Iggy Pop,
Popol Vuh,
Unrelated Segments,
Flash Fearless,
Livin' Joy,
Cecil Taylor,
Moebius,
Boz Scaggs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marc Almond,
The United States of America,
The Fire Engines,
Fugazi,
John Cale,
Aswad,
Scan 7,
Erykah Badu,
Warren Ellis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sarah Menescal,
Pylon,
The Pop Group,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
EPMD,
The Monks,
Bad Manners,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Raincoats,
Hoover,
Average White Band,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.