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 Hungary and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron 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 New Age Steppers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Curtis Mayfield,
Erykah Badu,
Suburban Knight,
CMW,
Intrusion,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Organ,
Malaria!,
Johnny Osbourne,
Reuben Wilson,
The Beau Brummels,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Josef K,
Excepter,
The Standells,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Inner City,
Cal Tjader,
Rhythm & Sound,
Derrick May,
Soul II Soul,
Tim Buckley,
Von Mondo,
Mars,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rapeman,
Donald Byrd,
Traffic Nightmare,
Faust,
Rufus Thomas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Janne Schatter,
Loose Ends,
Shoche,
The Angels of Light,
JFA,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pylon,
Animal Collective,
Cameo,
Banda Bassotti,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Peter and Kerry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Offenders,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fall,
Alphaville,
The American Breed,
Pere Ubu,
Sandy B,
the Soft Cell,
Lucky Dragons,
Newcleus,
Funky Four + One,
Yaz,
Guru Guru,
Monolake,
The Moody Blues,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.