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 Kyrgyzstan and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Shuggie Otis,
A Certain Ratio,
Kenny Larkin,
Ultra Naté,
Fatback Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
PIL,
KRS-One,
The Gories,
Colin Newman,
David McCallum,
Moebius,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fear,
Sixth Finger,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Funky Four + One,
Bronski Beat,
Dual Sessions,
X-102,
Talk Talk,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Clear Light,
Dark Day,
K-Klass,
Bob Dylan,
Soft Cell,
Pole,
The Fire Engines,
Suburban Knight,
Marvin Gaye,
Das Ding,
Bad Manners,
Minnie Riperton,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Excepter,
The Martian,
Bauhaus,
Robert Wyatt,
Isaac Hayes,
Amon Düül,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mandrill,
Visage,
Sparks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Spandau Ballet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lyres,
Blossom Toes,
Lower 48,
U.S. Maple,
Mars,
Ludus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crime,
Malaria!,
Audionom,
Roxy Music,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.