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 Guinea and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Stereo Dub to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Eurythmics,
Graham Central Station,
Ralphi Rosario,
Neu!,
JFA,
The Modern Lovers,
Masters at Work,
Gastr Del Sol,
Thee Headcoats,
Thompson Twins,
New Order,
Subhumans,
Quadrant,
Can,
Depeche Mode,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jandek,
Ash Ra Tempel,
X-102,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Black Dice,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
DJ Style,
The Dead C,
PIL,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dual Sessions,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Negative Approach,
Franke,
Alison Limerick,
Pantytec,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Birthday Party,
The Victims,
The Associates,
Joyce Sims,
The Zeros,
Groovy Waters,
Barrington Levy,
Fluxion,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Anthony Braxton,
Grey Daturas,
Fear,
Eli Mardock,
Joey Negro,
The Kinks,
Deakin,
The J.B.'s,
Mad Mike,
The Pretty Things,
The Five Americans,
Arcadia,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.