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 Benin and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Tom Boy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cheater Slicks,
Angry Samoans,
Excepter,
The Pop Group,
Grey Daturas,
Unwound,
The New Christs,
Bobby Sherman,
Gang Green,
Young Marble Giants,
Barrington Levy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Audionom,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang of Four,
Model 500,
Smog,
Bang On A Can,
The Flesh Eaters,
Intrusion,
John Coltrane,
Mr. Review,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rufus Thomas,
Khruangbin,
Janne Schatter,
Pantytec,
Robert Wyatt,
Quantec,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bootsy Collins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jeff Lynne,
The Buckinghams,
Minny Pops,
Gong,
The Music Machine,
Babytalk,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Birthday Party,
Toni Rubio,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Aloha Tigers,
Sound Behaviour,
Lou Reed,
Faust,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fad Gadget,
The Raincoats,
Talk Talk,
Ossler,
Joy Division,
A Certain Ratio,
the Sonics,
Sun City Girls,
The Moleskins,
Q65,
Matthew Halsall,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.