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 Lesotho and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sandy B to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
The Stooges,
Jesper Dahlback,
X-101,
The Toasters,
Aural Exciters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Soft Cell,
The Slits,
Glambeats Corp.,
June of 44,
Nik Kershaw,
Yaz,
Hot Snakes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Deepchord,
Funkadelic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eric Dolphy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pole,
The Kinks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Boz Scaggs,
Mo-Dettes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fat Boys,
Scion,
Mary Jane Girls,
Arthur Verocai,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Robert Wyatt,
Beasts of Bourbon,
OOIOO,
Scientists,
Eurythmics,
Stiv Bators,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fire Engines,
Unwound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Khruangbin,
Basic Channel,
Lalann,
Interpol,
Scan 7,
The Index,
Todd Rundgren,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scratch Acid,
Anthony Braxton,
Gong,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soul II Soul,
U.S. Maple,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rapeman,
Ronnie Foster,
The Knickerbockers,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.