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 Zambia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 The Durutti Column to the rap 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Mark Hollis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The American Breed,
Crooked Eye,
Kurtis Blow,
Michelle Simonal,
Sixth Finger,
Matthew Bourne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Zero Boys,
Jandek,
Slick Rick,
T. Rex,
The Sonics,
Erykah Badu,
Drive Like Jehu,
K-Klass,
Chris & Cosey,
The Blues Magoos,
Sister Nancy,
Gang of Four,
Thompson Twins,
Tears for Fears,
The Misunderstood,
Fad Gadget,
Chrome,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Christie,
Desert Stars,
Donny Hathaway,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Porter Ricks,
Soul II Soul,
Gang Gang Dance,
Barbara Tucker,
Visage,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Amon Düül,
Jesper Dahlback,
Japan,
Suicide,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lou Reed,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pantytec,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Harmonia,
Monolake,
Pagans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hoover,
Rakim,
Hardrive,
Easy Going,
The Stooges,
the Slits,
Oneida,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.