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 Slovenia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fad Gadget to the jazz 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Marcia Griffiths,
Robert Görl,
Erasure,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Five Americans,
Wolf Eyes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Thee Headcoats,
Godley & Creme,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Drive Like Jehu,
Idris Muhammad,
Glambeats Corp.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Saints,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Laurel Aitken,
Marc Almond,
The Gories,
Connie Case,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Bananas,
Cluster,
Moebius,
Tomorrow,
The Techniques,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Buzzcocks,
Tim Buckley,
The Dead C,
Cymande,
Byron Stingily,
Anthony Braxton,
Joy Division,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pere Ubu,
Agent Orange,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Soft Cell,
The Smiths,
Trumans Water,
The Wake,
Kas Product,
The Dave Clark Five,
The United States of America,
Sun Ra,
Sarah Menescal,
Boredoms,
Kerri Chandler,
Television,
Negative Approach,
Bush Tetras,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Popol Vuh,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kayak,
Throbbing Gristle,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.