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 Venezuela and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Technova to the disco 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Dave Gahan,
Bill Near,
Jimmy McGriff,
FM Einheit,
Reagan Youth,
Judy Mowatt,
The Evens,
Wolf Eyes,
The Star Department,
Rosa Yemen,
The Victims,
Bronski Beat,
Anthony Braxton,
Marvin Gaye,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
MDC,
Kerri Chandler,
Mandrill,
James Chance & The Contortions,
New Age Steppers,
The Stooges,
Das Ding,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Average White Band,
the Germs,
Lindisfarne,
The Gories,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tears for Fears,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Severed Heads,
A Certain Ratio,
Gang of Four,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jeff Mills,
JFA,
The American Breed,
Yellowson,
The Mummies,
Bobby Sherman,
Warren Ellis,
Alison Limerick,
New York Dolls,
Roxy Music,
Fela Kuti,
Lightning Bolt,
Quando Quango,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Selecter,
Robert Wyatt,
The Leaves,
Eve St. Jones,
John Cale,
Pantaleimon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Sound,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.