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 Uzbekistan and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Radio Birdman to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Absolute Body Control,
Joe Finger,
Quando Quango,
Spoonie Gee,
Spandau Ballet,
John Holt,
The Zeros,
Hot Snakes,
Saccharine Trust,
Dave Gahan,
The Mojo Men,
Von Mondo,
Sight & Sound,
Cecil Taylor,
The American Breed,
The Gories,
Josef K,
Aural Exciters,
The Raincoats,
Brick,
David Axelrod,
Magma,
Brand Nubian,
Delta 5,
Organ,
Urselle,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Victims,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Monolake,
DNA,
The Smiths,
The Fortunes,
June Days,
Girls At Our Best!,
Royal Trux,
Radiopuhelimet,
Au Pairs,
The Monochrome Set,
Unrelated Segments,
CMW,
The Red Krayola,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sun Ra,
Jerry's Kids,
New Order,
Underground Resistance,
The Skatalites,
Con Funk Shun,
Animal Collective,
The Angels of Light,
Public Enemy,
Massinfluence,
The Divine Comedy,
The Leaves,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.