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 Kiribati and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Freddie Wadling to the techno 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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Connie Case,
Section 25,
Radio Birdman,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Urselle,
Barrington Levy,
Jacques Brel,
Yusef Lateef,
Alison Limerick,
Darondo,
Todd Terry,
Slave,
Nik Kershaw,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hardrive,
Interpol,
Peter & Gordon,
Rites of Spring,
Hashim,
Zero Boys,
cv313,
Henry Cow,
Soft Cell,
La Düsseldorf,
Ultravox,
The Kinks,
The United States of America,
Tres Demented,
Deakin,
Eve St. Jones,
Moby Grape,
Tim Buckley,
Flipper,
Skriet,
Scientists,
Niagra,
Barry Ungar,
Duran Duran,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fugazi,
Country Teasers,
Public Enemy,
Soulsonic Force,
Avey Tare,
Gong,
Ken Boothe,
Fluxion,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Von Mondo,
The Pop Group,
Patti Smith,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ituana,
Brick,
Joensuu 1685,
Soul Sonic Force,
Q65,
Godley & Creme,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Blackbyrds,
Barbara Tucker,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.