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 Hungary and from Woodstock.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
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 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 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 La Düsseldorf to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
The Index,
Barrington Levy,
Absolute Body Control,
Marine Girls,
Idris Muhammad,
John Lydon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fugazi,
Aural Exciters,
The Evens,
Half Japanese,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Cale,
Neu!,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Livin' Joy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Faust,
The Invisible,
Suicide,
Sun Ra,
Lightning Bolt,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Electric Prunes,
Crooked Eye,
Eddi Front,
Minor Threat,
Fear,
Young Marble Giants,
New Order,
Rosa Yemen,
Khruangbin,
Bill Wells,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joensuu 1685,
Michelle Simonal,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sight & Sound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fuzztones,
Eden Ahbez,
Morten Harket,
the Germs,
The Blackbyrds,
Lee Hazlewood,
Japan,
Wings,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Busters,
Roger Hodgson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Arcadia,
Shoche,
Alice Coltrane,
Slave,
Crash Course in Science,
Procol Harum,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.