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 Laos and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Index to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Kevin Saunderson,
Harry Pussy,
Colin Newman,
Nico,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Con Funk Shun,
Rhythm & Sound,
Donny Hathaway,
Tom Boy,
The Sonics,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pagans,
Gichy Dan,
Faust,
Godley & Creme,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Blackbyrds,
The Birthday Party,
T.S.O.L.,
The Five Americans,
Darondo,
The Fugs,
The Fortunes,
Cluster,
Maleditus Sound,
Frankie Knuckles,
Skriet,
Massinfluence,
Fugazi,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Chris Corsano,
Index,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Electric Prunes,
Ohio Players,
Pole,
Shoche,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Boz Scaggs,
Neu!,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pussy Galore,
Leonard Cohen,
Von Mondo,
The Red Krayola,
Sparks,
Kenny Larkin,
The Human League,
Junior Murvin,
Panda Bear,
Animal Collective,
The Busters,
Moss Icon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cymande,
Oblivians,
Brothers Johnson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.