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 Marshall Islands and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Liliput to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
The Smoke,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eric Dolphy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joy Division,
The Black Dice,
Nick Fraelich,
Ornette Coleman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joe Smooth,
Leonard Cohen,
Soft Machine,
The Golliwogs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Moss Icon,
Slick Rick,
Electric Prunes,
The Young Rascals,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Real Kids,
The Gap Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Visage,
The Leaves,
Newcleus,
The Misunderstood,
Make Up,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Metal Thangz,
The Victims,
Spandau Ballet,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Martian,
Boredoms,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Flag,
Ten City,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
X-101,
Popol Vuh,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Brand Nubian,
The Count Five,
Desert Stars,
Maleditus Sound,
Technova,
The Kinks,
Soul Sonic Force,
10cc,
Eric Copeland,
Roger Hodgson,
Judy Mowatt,
Au Pairs,
Funkadelic,
The Fugs,
FM Einheit,
The Slackers,
K-Klass,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.