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 Norway and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes 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 Essential Logic to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Agitation Free,
Lucky Dragons,
Aloha Tigers,
The Golliwogs,
Animal Collective,
The Neon Judgement,
Model 500,
The Gap Band,
Ponytail,
Deadbeat,
Sex Pistols,
Stiv Bators,
Kayak,
Radiohead,
Basic Channel,
Bill Wells,
Pantaleimon,
Goldenarms,
Donny Hathaway,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Skaos,
Saccharine Trust,
Inner City,
Joensuu 1685,
Sandy B,
Joe Finger,
Popol Vuh,
Amon Düül,
Joey Negro,
Zero Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Peter & Gordon,
Pere Ubu,
Los Fastidios,
Bauhaus,
The Leaves,
The Kinks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Reuben Wilson,
Tim Buckley,
Stereo Dub,
Interpol,
Gang of Four,
Quando Quango,
The Count Five,
Eve St. Jones,
The Divine Comedy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
MC5,
Guru Guru,
Sight & Sound,
Tears for Fears,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Saints,
The Cramps,
Nation of Ulysses,
Metal Thangz,
Bronski Beat,
Hoover,
Essential Logic,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.