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 Togo and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet 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 Deakin to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Alison Limerick,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Section 25,
Sugar Minott,
Lalo Schifrin,
Oblivians,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Morten Harket,
Steve Hackett,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Five Americans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Delta 5,
Minor Threat,
Matthew Bourne,
Dual Sessions,
The Skatalites,
OOIOO,
Crooked Eye,
The Real Kids,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Subhumans,
Thompson Twins,
MDC,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Stockholm Monsters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Foxx,
Mission of Burma,
Jeff Lynne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Oneida,
Albert Ayler,
Bobby Womack,
Bluetip,
The Residents,
the Swans,
Popol Vuh,
The Kinks,
Bill Near,
KRS-One,
Spoonie Gee,
Zapp,
Black Bananas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fear,
Electric Prunes,
Scion,
Marmalade,
James White and The Blacks,
The Cramps,
Negative Approach,
The Shadows of Knight,
Blossom Toes,
Funkadelic,
The Vogues,
Siglo XX,
The Blues Magoos,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.