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 Estonia and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ 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 The Searchers to the rap 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Franke,
Jawbox,
Minor Threat,
Scion,
Tom Boy,
Surgeon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gichy Dan,
Scott Walker,
Altered Images,
Charles Mingus,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Reed,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Talk Talk,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barrington Levy,
Roxette,
The Gap Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Monks,
Youth Brigade,
Skaos,
Ultravox,
Bluetip,
F. McDonald,
Porter Ricks,
Rod Modell,
AZ,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
David Bowie,
Los Fastidios,
The Names,
the Association,
Morten Harket,
Joe Smooth,
Silicon Teens,
Freddie Wadling,
Robert Wyatt,
Guru Guru,
Magazine,
10cc,
Severed Heads,
Roy Ayers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lungfish,
Rosa Yemen,
Sandy B,
Wasted Youth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
8 Eyed Spy,
Radio Birdman,
Crash Course in Science,
The Beau Brummels,
Prince Buster,
Lyres,
Oblivians,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
X-Ray Spex,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.