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 Barbados and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb 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 Heaven 17 to the grunge 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Supertramp,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Golliwogs,
Pantytec,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Bootsy Collins,
Skriet,
Porter Ricks,
Procol Harum,
Connie Case,
Hashim,
The Birthday Party,
Susan Cadogan,
Boredoms,
Gichy Dan,
Gong,
X-Ray Spex,
Goldenarms,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Little Man,
Scion,
kango's stein massive,
Andrew Hill,
Joe Finger,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Music Machine,
The Kinks,
The Associates,
Circle Jerks,
Fugazi,
D'Angelo,
John Holt,
Piero Umiliani,
Los Fastidios,
Eurythmics,
Brand Nubian,
Pierre Henry,
Terrestrial Tones,
ABBA,
Nas,
Joy Division,
Vladislav Delay,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
X-102,
Tim Buckley,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sight & Sound,
Panda Bear,
Fatback Band,
Donald Byrd,
The Remains,
Gang of Four,
James White and The Blacks,
The Seeds,
In Retrospect,
Scrapy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cheater Slicks,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.