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 Liberia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator 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 Lee Hazlewood to the jazz 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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
China Crisis,
Pere Ubu,
Oneida,
Index,
Monks,
Freddie Wadling,
Cluster,
Negative Approach,
10cc,
Lyres,
Harmonia,
Nils Olav,
F. McDonald,
The Index,
Bauhaus,
Bobby Womack,
David McCallum,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Victims,
David Axelrod,
U.S. Maple,
Livin' Joy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Suicide,
Kas Product,
The Durutti Column,
Ten City,
Judy Mowatt,
Animal Collective,
The Zeros,
Ronan,
Scratch Acid,
Inner City,
La Düsseldorf,
UT,
Max Romeo,
Theoretical Girls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Delta 5,
Talk Talk,
Jerry's Kids,
the Germs,
Matthew Bourne,
Rakim,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ludus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Sound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Junior Murvin,
Monolake,
The Monks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pantaleimon,
Banda Bassotti,
Intrusion,
The Slits,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fortunes,
Donny Hathaway,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.