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 Indonesia and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lindisfarne to the electroclash 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Unrelated Segments,
Spoonie Gee,
Camouflage,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Los Fastidios,
Isaac Hayes,
Barry Ungar,
Yusef Lateef,
Judy Mowatt,
Theoretical Girls,
New Order,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Busters,
Stetsasonic,
Wolf Eyes,
Dennis Brown,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fall,
The Gories,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Magazine,
Soul Sonic Force,
Faust,
Severed Heads,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobby Sherman,
The Monks,
Colin Newman,
Nico,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Doobie Brothers,
Stiv Bators,
U.S. Maple,
Black Pus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Infiniti,
Lungfish,
Symarip,
the Normal,
Sarah Menescal,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cymande,
Godley & Creme,
Erykah Badu,
Minor Threat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Mojo Men,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Prince Buster,
Groovy Waters,
The Fire Engines,
Circle Jerks,
Rites of Spring,
The Music Machine,
Marine Girls,
The Sonics,
The Blackbyrds,
Goldenarms,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.