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 East Timor and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the electroclash 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Ultravox,
June of 44,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Throbbing Gristle,
Franke,
The Blues Magoos,
Colin Newman,
The Dead C,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tubeway Army,
Model 500,
Cameo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
La Düsseldorf,
48th St. Collective,
Easy Going,
Nils Olav,
Hashim,
The Mummies,
Pussy Galore,
Avey Tare,
Dead Boys,
The Toasters,
The Velvet Underground,
Althea and Donna,
Rod Modell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mo-Dettes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Remains,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Walker Brothers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Johnny Clarke,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Terry Callier,
Charles Mingus,
Matthew Bourne,
The Leaves,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kas Product,
Isaac Hayes,
Man Eating Sloth,
AZ,
Robert Hood,
Rakim,
The Birthday Party,
Donald Byrd,
Bauhaus,
Drexciya,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Gories,
Organ,
Faraquet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mr. Review,
Eli Mardock,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.