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 Azerbaijan and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum 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 The Electric Prunes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
The Moody Blues,
Electric Prunes,
The Motions,
The Monks,
The Slits,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mad Mike,
kango's stein massive,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Ralphi Rosario,
Matthew Halsall,
Neil Young,
Gil Scott Heron,
Country Teasers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bill Wells,
Rotary Connection,
Lakeside,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nils Olav,
Rosa Yemen,
The Names,
Kaleidoscope,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pulsallama,
Make Up,
Easy Going,
Josef K,
Scratch Acid,
MDC,
Gang Starr,
Aswad,
Kas Product,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ten City,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Arab on Radar,
Junior Murvin,
Marshall Jefferson,
Quantec,
Monks,
ABC,
cv313,
Organ,
Black Sheep,
Glambeats Corp.,
Neu!,
Erasure,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Can,
Pagans,
Whodini,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Barbara Tucker,
Scan 7,
Minutemen,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.