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 Gambia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cluster to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Gabor Szabo,
China Crisis,
The Happenings,
The Gories,
Barbara Tucker,
Brand Nubian,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bauhaus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kaleidoscope,
The Grass Roots,
John Lydon,
Black Moon,
Buzzcocks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Colin Newman,
Patti Smith,
Grauzone,
Avey Tare,
Blossom Toes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
X-102,
The Velvet Underground,
The Saints,
The Fuzztones,
Grey Daturas,
Country Teasers,
The Move,
Eden Ahbez,
Flash Fearless,
Danielle Patucci,
Accadde A,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Music Machine,
Wally Richardson,
Deadbeat,
Sugar Minott,
Kayak,
Bronski Beat,
The Associates,
Skarface,
The Fortunes,
Eddi Front,
These Immortal Souls,
Sällskapet,
Bluetip,
The United States of America,
Roxette,
Theoretical Girls,
Roxy Music,
June Days,
Eli Mardock,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rekid,
Tim Buckley,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Toasters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.