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 Taiwan and from Beijing.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Michael McDonald 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 Dark Day to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Ronan,
Q65,
Gong,
Brass Construction,
Visage,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Neu!,
The Victims,
Symarip,
Lakeside,
The Standells,
Juan Atkins,
Cecil Taylor,
Minnie Riperton,
DJ Style,
The Raincoats,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Minor Threat,
Audionom,
Panda Bear,
Brick,
Scott Walker,
H. Thieme,
Amon Düül II,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ponytail,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bill Wells,
Gastr Del Sol,
Loose Ends,
Easy Going,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jeff Mills,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barbara Tucker,
Dawn Penn,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Iggy Pop,
The Wake,
Tears for Fears,
The Searchers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kurtis Blow,
Japan,
Eli Mardock,
The Grass Roots,
The Blackbyrds,
Bob Dylan,
A Certain Ratio,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Gories,
Altered Images,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Delta 5,
Newcleus,
The Music Machine,
E-Dancer,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soft Machine,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.