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 Mexico and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Swans,
Tears for Fears,
The Last Poets,
the Sonics,
PIL,
Wasted Youth,
Fat Boys,
Skaos,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fugazi,
Bizarre Inc.,
D'Angelo,
Bauhaus,
Rod Modell,
cv313,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Q and Not U,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Agent Orange,
Barrington Levy,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Birthday Party,
Josef K,
Masters at Work,
FM Einheit,
48th St. Collective,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Sherman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Peter and Kerry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Animal Collective,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roxy Music,
Chris & Cosey,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Chris Corsano,
Qualms,
Brass Construction,
Anthony Braxton,
Jeff Lynne,
Ronan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lou Reed,
The Neon Judgement,
Jeff Mills,
Fatback Band,
Angry Samoans,
Cheater Slicks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Panda Bear,
John Holt,
Lakeside,
Moby Grape,
Althea and Donna,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mary Jane Girls,
The United States of America,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.