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 New Zealand and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 These Immortal Souls to the funk 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Circle Jerks,
Eli Mardock,
Whodini,
Livin' Joy,
Saccharine Trust,
Flipper,
Cabaret Voltaire,
DJ Style,
David McCallum,
Moss Icon,
Scott Walker,
Terrestrial Tones,
kango's stein massive,
Colin Newman,
Suburban Knight,
Marine Girls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Moleskins,
Man Parrish,
Outsiders,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Anakelly,
Prince Buster,
Amazonics,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Susan Cadogan,
Ossler,
The Raincoats,
Boredoms,
Barry Ungar,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Foxx,
The Fuzztones,
Buzzcocks,
Ten City,
Barrington Levy,
Ken Boothe,
Harry Pussy,
Kurtis Blow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
UT,
8 Eyed Spy,
Main Source,
Warren Ellis,
Davy DMX,
David Bowie,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
48th St. Collective,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wally Richardson,
Massinfluence,
Aural Exciters,
Rufus Thomas,
Hashim,
R.M.O.,
Roxy Music,
The Happenings,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.