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 Finland and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 China Crisis to the electroclash 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Pop Group,
Archie Shepp,
Angry Samoans,
Soul II Soul,
Joensuu 1685,
Lindisfarne,
Man Parrish,
Piero Umiliani,
John Lydon,
Bob Dylan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
PIL,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sandy B,
Brick,
the Slits,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mr. Review,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sound Behaviour,
The Wake,
D'Angelo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soft Machine,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Mummies,
Ituana,
Agitation Free,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Harmonia,
Bill Wells,
Neil Young,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Reed,
Dual Sessions,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Five Americans,
Nils Olav,
Make Up,
the Sonics,
Flash Fearless,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Zeros,
Pole,
H. Thieme,
Cluster,
Marmalade,
Yusef Lateef,
Mary Jane Girls,
Public Enemy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sixth Finger,
The Gap Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Basic Channel,
Marcia Griffiths,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.