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 Bulgaria and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Victims to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nico,
Scan 7,
Charles Mingus,
CMW,
KRS-One,
Sarah Menescal,
Lee Hazlewood,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lalo Schifrin,
June Days,
Tommy Roe,
The Buckinghams,
The Martian,
The Fall,
Royal Trux,
The New Christs,
The Offenders,
Chris & Cosey,
The Durutti Column,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roxy Music,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Robert Wyatt,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Cowsills,
Pulsallama,
Pagans,
Grey Daturas,
E-Dancer,
Camberwell Now,
Von Mondo,
A Certain Ratio,
The Detroit Cobras,
Davy DMX,
Desert Stars,
Ohio Players,
Carl Craig,
Altered Images,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gong,
Colin Newman,
Lungfish,
Isaac Hayes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Henry Cow,
Monolake,
Matthew Halsall,
Agent Orange,
the Association,
Marshall Jefferson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Urselle,
The Toasters,
The Leaves,
Boredoms,
Andrew Hill,
Mo-Dettes,
Soulsonic Force,
Minor Threat,
Hasil Adkins,
Soft Cell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.