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 Iraq and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jawbox to the jazz 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
The Modern Lovers,
Pierre Henry,
Severed Heads,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Godley & Creme,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Arthur Verocai,
Bad Manners,
Black Sheep,
The Grass Roots,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
B.T. Express,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Khruangbin,
Quantec,
T.S.O.L.,
The J.B.'s,
Henry Cow,
The Pretty Things,
Magazine,
Outsiders,
Reuben Wilson,
Gichy Dan,
Davy DMX,
Jandek,
Wally Richardson,
Skarface,
Alton Ellis,
The Cowsills,
One Last Wish,
Alphaville,
The Remains,
The Moleskins,
Donny Hathaway,
Trumans Water,
Todd Rundgren,
Livin' Joy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Half Japanese,
Eve St. Jones,
LL Cool J,
The Human League,
Television,
The Index,
Au Pairs,
Cymande,
Cheater Slicks,
The Slits,
Dawn Penn,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gerry Rafferty,
Massinfluence,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roxy Music,
Scion,
Tim Buckley,
Eric Copeland,
Tears for Fears,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.