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 Andorra and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Roxette to the electroclash 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
John Cale,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Funky Four + One,
Donald Byrd,
In Retrospect,
Tom Boy,
Arcadia,
Bill Wells,
The Gap Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Reuben Wilson,
A Certain Ratio,
Erykah Badu,
Echospace,
Wolf Eyes,
Smog,
The Beau Brummels,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
David Bowie,
Thompson Twins,
Nas,
The Motions,
Sarah Menescal,
Jawbox,
The Residents,
Eli Mardock,
Buzzcocks,
Tears for Fears,
Fear,
Lungfish,
Eric B and Rakim,
Yellowson,
Bush Tetras,
Index,
Lou Christie,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Five Americans,
Sister Nancy,
The Cure,
Carl Craig,
Youth Brigade,
Eve St. Jones,
Barrington Levy,
Archie Shepp,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sparks,
Maleditus Sound,
Basic Channel,
Livin' Joy,
Kayak,
The Gladiators,
Althea and Donna,
Robert Wyatt,
Ohio Players,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hoover,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Stockholm Monsters,
Easy Going,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.