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 Belarus and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Magma to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
The Music Machine,
Simply Red,
The Litter,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobby Sherman,
Jandek,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gong,
The Gories,
The Neon Judgement,
Tropical Tobacco,
Television,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Warsaw,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rosa Yemen,
Michelle Simonal,
Amon Düül II,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rufus Thomas,
Aloha Tigers,
Bronski Beat,
Index,
Mad Mike,
Blancmange,
Sex Pistols,
The Martian,
Fluxion,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rakim,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joe Finger,
Tommy Roe,
Sam Rivers,
B.T. Express,
The Blues Magoos,
James White and The Blacks,
Second Layer,
Todd Terry,
New Age Steppers,
The Modern Lovers,
Young Marble Giants,
Erasure,
The Motions,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ten City,
Negative Approach,
Pagans,
Funkadelic,
Marvin Gaye,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Swans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Yazoo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Judy Mowatt,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gichy Dan,
The Monks,
Roger Hodgson,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.