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 Honduras and from Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ 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 Magazine to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Matthew Bourne,
Lungfish,
The Seeds,
The Invisible,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pantytec,
Quadrant,
Ornette Coleman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Skaos,
Public Enemy,
F. McDonald,
Crime,
Kurtis Blow,
Angry Samoans,
David McCallum,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Trumans Water,
Infiniti,
Mantronix,
the Bar-Kays,
These Immortal Souls,
Camouflage,
Arcadia,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Names,
Darondo,
Youth Brigade,
Derrick May,
Adolescents,
The Pretty Things,
Electric Prunes,
Funkadelic,
the Swans,
The Fire Engines,
JFA,
Niagra,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jawbox,
Bobby Womack,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Wake,
Heaven 17,
The Knickerbockers,
the Soft Cell,
The Kinks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Howard Jones,
Fela Kuti,
Minutemen,
Gastr Del Sol,
Funky Four + One,
Reagan Youth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Todd Rundgren,
The Blues Magoos,
Glambeats Corp.,
DJ Style,
The Mojo Men,
Mr. Review,
The Stooges,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.