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 Solomon Islands and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 spring reverb 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 New Age Steppers to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
The Martian,
Q65,
Lindisfarne,
China Crisis,
Delta 5,
H. Thieme,
Blake Baxter,
Patti Smith,
Average White Band,
Letta Mbulu,
the Soft Cell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Altered Images,
Fatback Band,
Josef K,
Icehouse,
T.S.O.L.,
Aswad,
the Association,
Minor Threat,
Neil Young,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pylon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crooked Eye,
Lyres,
Don Cherry,
Hoover,
The Doors,
Dual Sessions,
Public Enemy,
Kayak,
Avey Tare,
Bad Manners,
Tears for Fears,
John Cale,
Lou Christie,
Kenny Larkin,
Blancmange,
Jacques Brel,
the Bar-Kays,
Howard Jones,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Moon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Flipper,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rod Modell,
LL Cool J,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marmalade,
Wally Richardson,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Seeds,
Juan Atkins,
Quando Quango,
Scion,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Knickerbockers,
Tomorrow,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tom Boy,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.