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 Cape Verde and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro 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 Minny Pops to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Aloha Tigers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Moss Icon,
John Lydon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pantytec,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scratch Acid,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Selecter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jerry's Kids,
UT,
Eric B and Rakim,
In Retrospect,
a-ha,
Altered Images,
Minny Pops,
Gichy Dan,
Sun Ra,
The Golliwogs,
Sonic Youth,
Terry Callier,
Marc Almond,
The Fire Engines,
Alton Ellis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Simply Red,
Derrick May,
the Human League,
Aswad,
Gang of Four,
Sam Rivers,
H. Thieme,
The Litter,
cv313,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The American Breed,
MC5,
Bang On A Can,
Babytalk,
Nils Olav,
Anakelly,
Radio Birdman,
Rotary Connection,
Neil Young,
Metal Thangz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Derrick Morgan,
Ten City,
Lyres,
Spoonie Gee,
Idris Muhammad,
Infiniti,
Television Personalities,
The Happenings,
The Electric Prunes,
The Wake,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.