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 Tunisia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Susan Cadogan to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
The Neon Judgement,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fluxion,
Junior Murvin,
Monks,
In Retrospect,
Panda Bear,
Rod Modell,
Don Cherry,
Heaven 17,
Mark Hollis,
The Fuzztones,
MC5,
Chrome,
The Misunderstood,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Isaac Hayes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jacques Brel,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scan 7,
Barry Ungar,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Real Kids,
Sonny Sharrock,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cameo,
Deakin,
Half Japanese,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jeff Mills,
Average White Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pylon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Slick Rick,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Masters at Work,
Jacob Miller,
Charles Mingus,
Whodini,
Saccharine Trust,
Youth Brigade,
Bang On A Can,
Ultra Naté,
Unwound,
Bluetip,
Black Pus,
48th St. Collective,
Stiv Bators,
Amazonics,
Shoche,
John Foxx,
Altered Images,
Marvin Gaye,
David Bowie,
John Coltrane,
Interpol,
Country Teasers,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.