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 Grenada 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 The Evens to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Jesper Dahlback,
Y Pants,
Youth Brigade,
Grey Daturas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Yaz,
Pierre Henry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Move,
The Remains,
Soul Sonic Force,
Agent Orange,
Altered Images,
OOIOO,
Morten Harket,
Leonard Cohen,
Ituana,
The Fortunes,
The Seeds,
Sound Behaviour,
Eli Mardock,
Nirvana,
Magma,
Von Mondo,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Evens,
The Alarm Clocks,
DJ Style,
Chris Corsano,
Tim Buckley,
The J.B.'s,
Newcleus,
The Dead C,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Anthony Braxton,
Eurythmics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Names,
The American Breed,
Aswad,
Rites of Spring,
Reuben Wilson,
The Modern Lovers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Oblivians,
Marine Girls,
Electric Prunes,
kango's stein massive,
The Raincoats,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Trumans Water,
Underground Resistance,
Nils Olav,
Black Moon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lightning Bolt,
Shuggie Otis,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.