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 Cambodia and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 World's Most to the punk 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Magazine,
B.T. Express,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Fania All-Stars,
Albert Ayler,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fall,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Martian,
The Young Rascals,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Moody Blues,
Jeff Mills,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Zero Boys,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Music Machine,
Groovy Waters,
The Fortunes,
Darondo,
Jacques Brel,
Thee Headcoats,
Brand Nubian,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bill Wells,
Rod Modell,
In Retrospect,
The Slits,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Swell Maps,
Sällskapet,
Eric Dolphy,
Byron Stingily,
Idris Muhammad,
Bill Near,
Black Moon,
Maleditus Sound,
Accadde A,
kango's stein massive,
The Electric Prunes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Althea and Donna,
Lightning Bolt,
Public Enemy,
the Swans,
Roxette,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hoover,
Drexciya,
Scott Walker,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Massinfluence,
Easy Going,
Blancmange,
Franke,
Bobby Sherman,
Wings,
Sarah Menescal,
Derrick May,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.