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 Fiji and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator 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 Soul II Soul to the dance 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Los Fastidios record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Spandau Ballet,
The Real Kids,
John Lydon,
Minutemen,
The Misunderstood,
Ornette Coleman,
Jerry's Kids,
Radiohead,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Panda Bear,
Traffic Nightmare,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rufus Thomas,
The Count Five,
Groovy Waters,
Lower 48,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Motorama,
Chris Corsano,
Sam Rivers,
Leonard Cohen,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Alton Ellis,
MDC,
Wasted Youth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Carl Craig,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lalann,
Robert Hood,
Joe Smooth,
The Five Americans,
Adolescents,
The American Breed,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sister Nancy,
Absolute Body Control,
Flipper,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Barrington Levy,
The Martian,
Anthony Braxton,
Severed Heads,
Los Fastidios,
F. McDonald,
The Fall,
Theoretical Girls,
Robert Görl,
Piero Umiliani,
The J.B.'s,
Quadrant,
Con Funk Shun,
X-101,
Al Stewart,
Blake Baxter,
Zapp,
A Certain Ratio,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Cure,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Cowsills,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.