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 Mauritius and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Tubeway Army to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Chris Corsano,
Half Japanese,
These Immortal Souls,
10cc,
Bobby Sherman,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Sheep,
Isaac Hayes,
Adolescents,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scratch Acid,
Marine Girls,
The Music Machine,
Charles Mingus,
Amon Düül,
The American Breed,
Tubeway Army,
Roger Hodgson,
Trumans Water,
Young Marble Giants,
the Bar-Kays,
Niagra,
Blake Baxter,
Fluxion,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dave Gahan,
The United States of America,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bauhaus,
Sugar Minott,
Harry Pussy,
LL Cool J,
B.T. Express,
kango's stein massive,
The Fall,
The Move,
FM Einheit,
The Standells,
Barclay James Harvest,
Theoretical Girls,
Unrelated Segments,
The Smoke,
Oblivians,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Skarface,
Joe Finger,
Rosa Yemen,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eli Mardock,
Whodini,
Donald Byrd,
Barry Ungar,
Mr. Review,
Suburban Knight,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Residents,
Erykah Badu,
Jeff Lynne,
Popol Vuh,
Pet Shop Boys,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.