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 Grenada and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar 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 Donny Hathaway to the techno 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Raincoats,
Oblivians,
Fear,
Swell Maps,
Scratch Acid,
Dual Sessions,
Patti Smith,
John Foxx,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hashim,
Alphaville,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Soft Cell,
Japan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Icehouse,
Fatback Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Intrusion,
Sex Pistols,
JFA,
Urselle,
MDC,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nas,
Marine Girls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mission of Burma,
Outsiders,
R.M.O.,
Black Flag,
Gong,
Connie Case,
Gang of Four,
Rod Modell,
Jesper Dahlback,
Skaos,
The Fall,
Y Pants,
Jeff Mills,
Graham Central Station,
AZ,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Accadde A,
Black Moon,
Archie Shepp,
Charles Mingus,
Agent Orange,
Bill Wells,
X-102,
Robert Hood,
kango's stein massive,
Juan Atkins,
Harry Pussy,
China Crisis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rites of Spring,
Mark Hollis,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.