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 Montenegro and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Masters at Work to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Clear Light,
The Divine Comedy,
Camouflage,
Crime,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Junior Murvin,
Soft Machine,
Terry Callier,
L. Decosne,
OOIOO,
X-101,
Warren Ellis,
The Busters,
Gang Starr,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang Green,
This Heat,
Todd Rundgren,
Piero Umiliani,
Little Man,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scan 7,
Pussy Galore,
Anthony Braxton,
Livin' Joy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jacques Brel,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Cramps,
James White and The Blacks,
The Wake,
Black Flag,
Depeche Mode,
Grey Daturas,
Essential Logic,
The Remains,
Gichy Dan,
Man Parrish,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dawn Penn,
Soulsonic Force,
Main Source,
The Gap Band,
Avey Tare,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Slits,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kayak,
the Swans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scrapy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Vainqueur,
Dorothy Ashby,
Barrington Levy,
Buzzcocks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Chris & Cosey,
Pierre Henry,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.