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 Estonia and from London.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Amazonics to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Chrome,
Rosa Yemen,
Bauhaus,
Jacques Brel,
Soul II Soul,
New Age Steppers,
Minnie Riperton,
Delon & Dalcan,
Deepchord,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cymande,
E-Dancer,
DNA,
Pharoah Sanders,
Aswad,
Yazoo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soft Machine,
Nas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Slits,
Rufus Thomas,
F. McDonald,
Parry Music,
Banda Bassotti,
Delta 5,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobby Byrd,
Roxette,
Harry Pussy,
World's Most,
Motorama,
Colin Newman,
Lebanon Hanover,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Durutti Column,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kerri Chandler,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Invisible,
Maurizio,
Silicon Teens,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Brick,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hardrive,
Marc Almond,
Gabor Szabo,
The Zeros,
Easy Going,
Babytalk,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
U.S. Maple,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gories,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.