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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Monolake to the grunge 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Marine Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sun City Girls,
Peter & Gordon,
The Sonics,
Cecil Taylor,
The Stooges,
Faust,
Parry Music,
Godley & Creme,
The Associates,
Trumans Water,
Mandrill,
Agitation Free,
Loose Ends,
David Axelrod,
Rapeman,
The Electric Prunes,
The Star Department,
Average White Band,
Cluster,
CMW,
Easy Going,
The Martian,
Youth Brigade,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dead Boys,
Rekid,
Symarip,
The Vogues,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Moby Grape,
Quantec,
Neil Young,
the Normal,
Albert Ayler,
The Fugs,
James White and The Blacks,
Electric Prunes,
The Skatalites,
Pylon,
The Fuzztones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crooked Eye,
Dave Gahan,
The Toasters,
H. Thieme,
Ken Boothe,
Ice-T,
The Searchers,
Barry Ungar,
The Cowsills,
Pole,
Suicide,
The Trojans,
Gang Green,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.