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 Haiti and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes 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 Supertramp to the rap 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Crooked Eye,
Banda Bassotti,
Cymande,
Severed Heads,
Charles Mingus,
Heaven 17,
New York Dolls,
Pantaleimon,
The Gun Club,
Bill Wells,
Sparks,
David Bowie,
Camouflage,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Monolake,
Yusef Lateef,
Eric Dolphy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Steve Hackett,
Fad Gadget,
The Smiths,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Selecter,
AZ,
Sandy B,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tres Demented,
the Germs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marc Almond,
Smog,
Todd Rundgren,
Delta 5,
Jandek,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Walker Brothers,
The Angels of Light,
Susan Cadogan,
Pagans,
The Searchers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
June of 44,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jeff Lynne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Maurizio,
The Misunderstood,
Anthony Braxton,
The Victims,
Lakeside,
The Stooges,
Malaria!,
Second Layer,
Visage,
Wire,
Suburban Knight,
The Raincoats,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.