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 Luxembourg and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Todd Rundgren to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rosa Yemen,
Unrelated Segments,
The Buckinghams,
Skaos,
Colin Newman,
New Order,
Bootsy Collins,
Eve St. Jones,
The Moody Blues,
Sandy B,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cal Tjader,
Godley & Creme,
The Remains,
James White and The Blacks,
Depeche Mode,
The Alarm Clocks,
Goldenarms,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Black Dice,
The Searchers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crime,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dawn Penn,
Qualms,
The Standells,
Gang of Four,
Barrington Levy,
Suburban Knight,
Funkadelic,
Iggy Pop,
DJ Sneak,
Index,
The Names,
The Music Machine,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Steve Hackett,
Tears for Fears,
Alice Coltrane,
The Birthday Party,
Main Source,
Lungfish,
Glambeats Corp.,
Deepchord,
Vladislav Delay,
Zapp,
Gichy Dan,
The Leaves,
PIL,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Peter & Gordon,
Michelle Simonal,
Q and Not U,
Siglo XX,
Rites of Spring,
Duran Duran,
Metal Thangz,
DJ Style,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.