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 Indonesia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe 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 Colin Newman to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Ten City,
Gang Gang Dance,
The J.B.'s,
Roy Ayers,
The Gap Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Warsaw,
Robert Wyatt,
Scion,
The Fire Engines,
Desert Stars,
Crooked Eye,
Fluxion,
Gang Green,
The Remains,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mad Mike,
The Wake,
Pantaleimon,
Erykah Badu,
Public Image Ltd.,
Don Cherry,
Mo-Dettes,
The Invisible,
Gabor Szabo,
June Days,
Boredoms,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Mummies,
Japan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Au Pairs,
The Motions,
Shoche,
Moby Grape,
Radiohead,
Kool Moe Dee,
Robert Görl,
The Beau Brummels,
Essential Logic,
A Certain Ratio,
the Sonics,
The Residents,
Cabaret Voltaire,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Quando Quango,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Selecter,
the Human League,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Max Romeo,
Spandau Ballet,
The Index,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bill Near,
Peter and Kerry,
Chrome,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Michelle Simonal,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.