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 Syria and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar 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 Basic Channel to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Spandau Ballet,
Crash Course in Science,
Parry Music,
The Star Department,
Gabor Szabo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Al Stewart,
Suicide,
Monks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ornette Coleman,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Christie,
The Beau Brummels,
Underground Resistance,
Funky Four + One,
Talk Talk,
Radio Birdman,
Blancmange,
The Gories,
Faust,
Quando Quango,
The Invisible,
Joe Finger,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Mummies,
Cal Tjader,
Stetsasonic,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tears for Fears,
Guru Guru,
In Retrospect,
Alison Limerick,
Bronski Beat,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Cramps,
The Neon Judgement,
The Real Kids,
Sun Ra,
Icehouse,
The Detroit Cobras,
Niagra,
Godley & Creme,
The New Christs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Iggy Pop,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rotary Connection,
Pierre Henry,
Blossom Toes,
Urselle,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Standells,
Organ,
Tomorrow,
Gregory Isaacs,
Au Pairs,
T. Rex,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.