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 Moldova and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Oneida to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Buzzcocks,
Sun Ra,
Smog,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sight & Sound,
Peter & Gordon,
Terry Callier,
Agitation Free,
Radiohead,
Neil Young,
Michelle Simonal,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Maleditus Sound,
the Swans,
Lightning Bolt,
Gabor Szabo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Model 500,
The Divine Comedy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aural Exciters,
Mad Mike,
Suicide,
Robert Görl,
Main Source,
The Black Dice,
The Mojo Men,
The Birthday Party,
Basic Channel,
cv313,
Sam Rivers,
Siglo XX,
Anakelly,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Bar-Kays,
48th St. Collective,
The Martian,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Barracudas,
Alphaville,
Pere Ubu,
Robert Hood,
The Neon Judgement,
Bauhaus,
Grey Daturas,
The Names,
Unwound,
Gastr Del Sol,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rhythm & Sound,
Alton Ellis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Faraquet,
T. Rex,
Connie Case,
The Durutti Column,
Scion,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.