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 Niger and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Vladislav Delay,
The Gun Club,
Joe Smooth,
Gichy Dan,
Howard Jones,
Fear,
Sun City Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ohio Players,
The Smiths,
Grey Daturas,
The Toasters,
Zapp,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
F. McDonald,
The Red Krayola,
Masters at Work,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Slackers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
La Düsseldorf,
Hasil Adkins,
Yaz,
Bush Tetras,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bill Near,
Marmalade,
Soul Sonic Force,
Junior Murvin,
Panda Bear,
The Misunderstood,
Toni Rubio,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crispy Ambulance,
Aloha Tigers,
Von Mondo,
the Slits,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Donald Byrd,
The Searchers,
Fela Kuti,
The Shadows of Knight,
Royal Trux,
The Music Machine,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Johnny Clarke,
Ultra Naté,
Curtis Mayfield,
Robert Wyatt,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Zeros,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Whodini,
H. Thieme,
The Offenders,
The Black Dice,
Ten City,
Eddi Front,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.