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 Colombia and from Portland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Camberwell Now to the grime 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring 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 rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Severed Heads,
The Remains,
The New Christs,
Hashim,
Blake Baxter,
Ultimate Spinach,
Masters at Work,
Barbara Tucker,
Peter and Kerry,
ABC,
Saccharine Trust,
New Order,
Roger Hodgson,
Liliput,
Minnie Riperton,
Sparks,
John Coltrane,
Quando Quango,
Alton Ellis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Maleditus Sound,
T. Rex,
John Lydon,
The Real Kids,
The Modern Lovers,
Graham Central Station,
X-Ray Spex,
Panda Bear,
Organ,
Jeru the Damaja,
Q65,
Smog,
The Victims,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fugs,
Robert Wyatt,
The United States of America,
Newcleus,
The Birthday Party,
The Offenders,
Todd Terry,
Kerri Chandler,
Boz Scaggs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Carl Craig,
Jerry Gold Smith,
U.S. Maple,
Soulsonic Force,
Wally Richardson,
Arcadia,
Bobby Womack,
Theoretical Girls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Little Man,
Outsiders,
Isaac Hayes,
Infiniti,
Sex Pistols,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.