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 Syria and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Nirvana to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
The Remains,
Eli Mardock,
LL Cool J,
Yusef Lateef,
The Doors,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Procol Harum,
the Soft Cell,
Nico,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Star Department,
La Düsseldorf,
Babytalk,
Clear Light,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wally Richardson,
X-102,
Liliput,
Zero Boys,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tom Boy,
Henry Cow,
Drexciya,
Robert Hood,
Quando Quango,
Gichy Dan,
Grauzone,
Ice-T,
The Smiths,
The Real Kids,
Roxette,
Tommy Roe,
The Associates,
Robert Görl,
The Modern Lovers,
Minor Threat,
The Electric Prunes,
Rites of Spring,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lightning Bolt,
Barry Ungar,
Leonard Cohen,
Blake Baxter,
Roger Hodgson,
Vladislav Delay,
Magazine,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scion,
Easy Going,
Donald Byrd,
T.S.O.L.,
Electric Prunes,
Maleditus Sound,
The Moody Blues,
Brand Nubian,
Alice Coltrane,
The Moleskins,
Glambeats Corp.,
Index,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.