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 Argentina and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Black Bananas to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
June Days,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Invisible,
A Certain Ratio,
The Residents,
Sound Behaviour,
Grandmaster Flash,
Derrick Morgan,
Ohio Players,
Dave Gahan,
DJ Style,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Sonics,
The Gladiators,
Davy DMX,
Charles Mingus,
Mark Hollis,
Carl Craig,
Spandau Ballet,
Judy Mowatt,
Yusef Lateef,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Chris & Cosey,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Boz Scaggs,
LL Cool J,
Pere Ubu,
AZ,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Erykah Badu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ronnie Foster,
Stiv Bators,
The Golliwogs,
Danielle Patucci,
Trumans Water,
Morten Harket,
Television,
Fear,
The Gories,
The Red Krayola,
Blossom Toes,
Index,
The Dead C,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ossler,
Oblivians,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sexual Harrassment,
Television Personalities,
The Doobie Brothers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Motions,
Scott Walker,
The Skatalites,
Neu!,
Alice Coltrane,
John Holt,
Massinfluence,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.