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 Guyana and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Tom Boy to the crunk 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Simply Red,
Dave Gahan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Maleditus Sound,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tubeway Army,
Sonic Youth,
ABC,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Glenn Branca,
Country Joe & The Fish,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Young Rascals,
Albert Ayler,
Procol Harum,
Popol Vuh,
The Stooges,
The United States of America,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Alice Coltrane,
Minnie Riperton,
The Real Kids,
Eric Copeland,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joe Smooth,
Man Parrish,
Von Mondo,
Bluetip,
Junior Murvin,
Loose Ends,
Idris Muhammad,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fifty Foot Hose,
10cc,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Magma,
Rotary Connection,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Alphaville,
Gil Scott Heron,
Todd Terry,
Camberwell Now,
the Slits,
Thee Headcoats,
OOIOO,
Swell Maps,
Throbbing Gristle,
Make Up,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pantaleimon,
Jeff Mills,
The Moody Blues,
Stiv Bators,
Animal Collective,
The Human League,
Rekid,
Wolf Eyes,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.