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 Cape Verde and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Guru Guru to the electroclash 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Guru Guru,
The Toasters,
Rotary Connection,
Goldenarms,
Terry Callier,
Dual Sessions,
Robert Hood,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Yellowson,
Agent Orange,
Donald Byrd,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cramps,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lucky Dragons,
Fort Wilson Riot,
London Community Gospel Choir,
B.T. Express,
Marc Almond,
Jeff Lynne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ice-T,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Letta Mbulu,
Theoretical Girls,
Pylon,
New Order,
Swans,
The Count Five,
The Techniques,
New York Dolls,
Amon Düül II,
Erasure,
Rosa Yemen,
Matthew Bourne,
Rod Modell,
Bronski Beat,
The Slackers,
Crooked Eye,
Harpers Bizarre,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sam Rivers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roger Hodgson,
Chris Corsano,
Desert Stars,
Lalann,
Average White Band,
Blancmange,
Lyres,
Isaac Hayes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Prince Buster,
Jacob Miller,
OOIOO,
The Residents,
The Golliwogs,
Mission of Burma,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.