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 Yemen and from New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Faraquet to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Theoretical Girls,
Marine Girls,
Jandek,
The American Breed,
DNA,
Derrick May,
Ronan,
Byron Stingily,
Juan Atkins,
Robert Görl,
Parry Music,
Flash Fearless,
Black Moon,
Susan Cadogan,
Pantytec,
Sun City Girls,
X-101,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Mojo Men,
Porter Ricks,
The Evens,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Public Image Ltd.,
Aswad,
Mandrill,
Wire,
The Sound,
Tim Buckley,
The Count Five,
Mantronix,
Hoover,
The Happenings,
Arthur Verocai,
The New Christs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Vladislav Delay,
The Star Department,
Wally Richardson,
June Days,
Pere Ubu,
Grauzone,
Maleditus Sound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Skriet,
Magazine,
Blossom Toes,
Henry Cow,
Siglo XX,
Cybotron,
Be Bop Deluxe,
One Last Wish,
Half Japanese,
Mr. Review,
Popol Vuh,
K-Klass,
Pylon,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.