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 Mauritius and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro 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 Liliput to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Scion 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 funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Steve Hackett,
Jacques Brel,
Suicide,
X-Ray Spex,
Roxette,
The Blackbyrds,
Gregory Isaacs,
Howard Jones,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pussy Galore,
Carl Craig,
Kenny Larkin,
Michelle Simonal,
Skaos,
Vladislav Delay,
These Immortal Souls,
Malaria!,
Mad Mike,
Gang Starr,
Chris Corsano,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobby Byrd,
The Pop Group,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lakeside,
Massinfluence,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Depeche Mode,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Alice Coltrane,
Heaven 17,
Colin Newman,
Moby Grape,
Babytalk,
Cheater Slicks,
Gong,
Hasil Adkins,
June Days,
X-102,
Supertramp,
Joensuu 1685,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The American Breed,
New Order,
Derrick May,
The J.B.'s,
The Associates,
The Trojans,
Khruangbin,
The Five Americans,
Soulsonic Force,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bill Near,
Oneida,
The Sonics,
David McCallum,
The Fortunes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Bananas,
Adolescents,
Man Parrish,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the 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.