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 the UAE and from Lille.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Monolake to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Throbbing Gristle,
Grandmaster Flash,
This Heat,
The Count Five,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Index,
La Düsseldorf,
Barrington Levy,
Ronan,
Nico,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soulsonic Force,
The Real Kids,
Animal Collective,
Kurtis Blow,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Half Japanese,
Thee Headcoats,
Ten City,
Cecil Taylor,
New York Dolls,
Lyres,
Das Ding,
Johnny Clarke,
Livin' Joy,
The Motions,
These Immortal Souls,
Trumans Water,
the Fania All-Stars,
Q and Not U,
Black Bananas,
The Music Machine,
Matthew Bourne,
Flash Fearless,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Parry Music,
Graham Central Station,
Simply Red,
The Residents,
Albert Ayler,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
X-102,
Accadde A,
Tears for Fears,
Avey Tare,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Human League,
The Monks,
The Names,
Soft Cell,
Scion,
Groovy Waters,
The Martian,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Panda Bear,
Idris Muhammad,
Ken Boothe,
Neil Young,
Minnie Riperton,
Sällskapet,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.