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 Antigua and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Names to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pulsallama,
Lungfish,
Radiohead,
Lalann,
Joensuu 1685,
Prince Buster,
Tres Demented,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bill Near,
Vladislav Delay,
Loose Ends,
Black Bananas,
Cal Tjader,
Quando Quango,
Stereo Dub,
Barrington Levy,
Robert Görl,
H. Thieme,
X-101,
The Real Kids,
The Vogues,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Neon Judgement,
Skriet,
Animal Collective,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fugs,
Cheater Slicks,
Japan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jeff Mills,
Sight & Sound,
The Victims,
Kurtis Blow,
Isaac Hayes,
The Sonics,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fela Kuti,
Ludus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Lydon,
Jacob Miller,
Massinfluence,
Joyce Sims,
Minny Pops,
Gabor Szabo,
Hasil Adkins,
Jawbox,
The Raincoats,
Alison Limerick,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nico,
The Seeds,
Scientists,
Mission of Burma,
Matthew Bourne,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Young Rascals,
Silicon Teens,
David Axelrod,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.