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 Barbados and from Woodstock.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer 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 Colin Newman to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Cheater Slicks,
Visage,
Donald Byrd,
Chris Corsano,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cluster,
The Fuzztones,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Moon,
Carl Craig,
Bill Wells,
The J.B.'s,
The Neon Judgement,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Thee Headcoats,
Big Daddy Kane,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soft Machine,
The Monks,
R.M.O.,
The Cowsills,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Albert Ayler,
Swans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Oblivians,
Faraquet,
Janne Schatter,
LL Cool J,
Magma,
Tommy Roe,
The Techniques,
Tom Boy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sexual Harrassment,
Parry Music,
Minutemen,
Roxette,
The Fortunes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobby Byrd,
Bobby Sherman,
Joey Negro,
The Sound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Skaos,
This Heat,
The Cure,
Bluetip,
Pulsallama,
Cal Tjader,
Michelle Simonal,
Johnny Clarke,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fat Boys,
The Real Kids,
48th St. Collective,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.