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 Macedonia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Moby Grape to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Grandmaster Flash,
Maleditus Sound,
Yaz,
X-101,
Prince Buster,
Cheater Slicks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Newcleus,
Byron Stingily,
Suburban Knight,
The Divine Comedy,
Section 25,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dark Day,
the Sonics,
Joe Finger,
Ultra Naté,
Donny Hathaway,
Drive Like Jehu,
The United States of America,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tom Boy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Heaven 17,
Terrestrial Tones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gories,
Wasted Youth,
Lou Reed,
John Cale,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Invisible,
Black Pus,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lyres,
The Names,
Tres Demented,
Metal Thangz,
Organ,
Roxette,
Laurel Aitken,
Pagans,
In Retrospect,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sound Behaviour,
Nas,
Davy DMX,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Byrd,
Trumans Water,
The Electric Prunes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kerri Chandler,
Pierre Henry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Aaron Thompson,
Godley & Creme,
Pylon,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Leaves,
The Cramps,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.