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 Croatia and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Warren Ellis to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rufus Thomas,
Rites of Spring,
Brick,
Fatback Band,
Babytalk,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Franke,
The Angels of Light,
Johnny Clarke,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sandy B,
Y Pants,
Flash Fearless,
the Slits,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mandrill,
Mad Mike,
Outsiders,
Newcleus,
Underground Resistance,
The Human League,
Peter and Kerry,
Roxette,
the Human League,
The Modern Lovers,
Minnie Riperton,
The Techniques,
Josef K,
Youth Brigade,
Yellowson,
Flipper,
Livin' Joy,
The New Christs,
Roxy Music,
Aaron Thompson,
Eli Mardock,
Jerry's Kids,
The Blackbyrds,
Lyres,
Minny Pops,
Pantytec,
Whodini,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Sheep,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Invisible,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Aural Exciters,
The Sonics,
kango's stein massive,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The American Breed,
Jesper Dahlback,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alice Coltrane,
Davy DMX,
Pole,
Hardrive,
EPMD,
Scrapy,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Foxx,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.