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 Panama and from Toronto.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord 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 Tropical Tobacco to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Shadows of Knight,
Monolake,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Janne Schatter,
Saccharine Trust,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Japan,
Scratch Acid,
Khruangbin,
Boogie Down Productions,
Skaos,
In Retrospect,
Kenny Larkin,
Aaron Thompson,
Dual Sessions,
Negative Approach,
Nas,
The Cramps,
Gichy Dan,
Bobby Womack,
Gastr Del Sol,
cv313,
Albert Ayler,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Swell Maps,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Technova,
Matthew Halsall,
Robert Wyatt,
Jacques Brel,
Marmalade,
Model 500,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Steve Hackett,
Heaven 17,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Quadrant,
48th St. Collective,
Eurythmics,
Soft Machine,
Schoolly D,
Nico,
Dead Boys,
Skriet,
Eli Mardock,
Wasted Youth,
Ornette Coleman,
Harry Pussy,
Marine Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Buckinghams,
Rakim,
The Smoke,
The Selecter,
Nation of Ulysses,
Stereo Dub,
Youth Brigade,
The Grass Roots,
Neu!,
Kas Product,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.