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 the UAE and from Johannesburg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Talk Talk to the grunge 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
kango's stein massive,
X-101,
Marvin Gaye,
Joe Finger,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
CMW,
Visage,
Index,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Skatalites,
Blancmange,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Whodini,
Arthur Verocai,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Mighty Diamonds,
D'Angelo,
U.S. Maple,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jawbox,
Silicon Teens,
Desert Stars,
Jeff Mills,
Unrelated Segments,
Fugazi,
Crash Course in Science,
Boz Scaggs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Darondo,
The Invisible,
Tres Demented,
Rites of Spring,
Toni Rubio,
Eric Dolphy,
Scott Walker,
Charles Mingus,
Wire,
Warsaw,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Zero Boys,
Aural Exciters,
Yusef Lateef,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Leaves,
Audionom,
Leonard Cohen,
The Zeros,
The Black Dice,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Arcadia,
Wasted Youth,
Gichy Dan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nick Fraelich,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.