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 Italy and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Popol Vuh to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Cybotron,
Flipper,
Rapeman,
Eli Mardock,
Magma,
Nick Fraelich,
The Slackers,
Procol Harum,
Supertramp,
Black Moon,
Ituana,
Tomorrow,
Kurtis Blow,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Litter,
Donny Hathaway,
The Modern Lovers,
Aural Exciters,
Y Pants,
Funky Four + One,
Excepter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mission of Burma,
Bluetip,
The Cure,
The Monks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Connie Case,
the Human League,
Ten City,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dawn Penn,
Blake Baxter,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Blossom Toes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Surgeon,
Laurel Aitken,
These Immortal Souls,
Pierre Henry,
The Residents,
Bauhaus,
World's Most,
Altered Images,
The Neon Judgement,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Techniques,
The Busters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ralphi Rosario,
Guru Guru,
Soul Sonic Force,
F. McDonald,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.