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 Mauritania and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Jandek to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Second Layer,
Tubeway Army,
Animal Collective,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Doors,
Jandek,
Aural Exciters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Throbbing Gristle,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rites of Spring,
Ultravox,
The Techniques,
James White and The Blacks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fortunes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Raincoats,
Bush Tetras,
Agitation Free,
Electric Prunes,
Tommy Roe,
The Pop Group,
The Kinks,
Radiohead,
Ossler,
Albert Ayler,
Nirvana,
Lou Reed,
X-102,
The Slits,
Juan Atkins,
Underground Resistance,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Metal Thangz,
Fugazi,
The Flesh Eaters,
New Age Steppers,
Soulsonic Force,
The Last Poets,
Porter Ricks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Erasure,
Gang of Four,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Blossom Toes,
Can,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Grey Daturas,
David Axelrod,
Black Sheep,
Brothers Johnson,
Tomorrow,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.