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 Qatar and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 Rhythm & Sound to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
B.T. Express,
Gang Green,
Tommy Roe,
Swell Maps,
Gong,
Davy DMX,
AZ,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nirvana,
The Fortunes,
Silicon Teens,
Crispian St. Peters,
Duran Duran,
Jandek,
Crash Course in Science,
cv313,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pylon,
Icehouse,
The Toasters,
EPMD,
Blake Baxter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Depeche Mode,
Lou Reed,
The Evens,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tomorrow,
Lucky Dragons,
Joyce Sims,
Outsiders,
Faraquet,
Newcleus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Last Poets,
The Divine Comedy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Theoretical Girls,
Morten Harket,
Organ,
The Zeros,
Soulsonic Force,
Brand Nubian,
Brothers Johnson,
Camouflage,
Minny Pops,
Fad Gadget,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Barry Ungar,
The Cowsills,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Pretty Things,
the Normal,
The Electric Prunes,
Cymande,
The Star Department,
John Foxx,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.