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 Swaziland and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Lower 48 to the techno 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Pussy Galore,
Johnny Clarke,
June of 44,
Lebanon Hanover,
Make Up,
Cymande,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Wake,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camberwell Now,
Black Moon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cybotron,
Infiniti,
Gichy Dan,
Ronan,
Ken Boothe,
Liliput,
Delon & Dalcan,
Intrusion,
Cameo,
Young Marble Giants,
Mandrill,
Lucky Dragons,
The Standells,
Wally Richardson,
Mr. Review,
Frankie Knuckles,
Youth Brigade,
CMW,
Wings,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Country Teasers,
Jacob Miller,
Monks,
10cc,
Jimmy McGriff,
Icehouse,
Bill Wells,
Rosa Yemen,
Television Personalities,
Kas Product,
Dual Sessions,
Kenny Larkin,
F. McDonald,
Tim Buckley,
Ash Ra Tempel,
D'Angelo,
Peter & Gordon,
Toni Rubio,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crash Course in Science,
Hardrive,
Marine Girls,
Bush Tetras,
Patti Smith,
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.