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 Bolivia and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Khruangbin to the grunge 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
China Crisis,
Clear Light,
Nick Fraelich,
Crooked Eye,
The Moleskins,
Carl Craig,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
kango's stein massive,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
MDC,
The Evens,
Bob Dylan,
Ronnie Foster,
Faraquet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Swell Maps,
Prince Buster,
Barry Ungar,
Roy Ayers,
K-Klass,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tommy Roe,
Neil Young,
The Leaves,
Jeff Lynne,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Bananas,
Grauzone,
Rekid,
Stereo Dub,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Red Krayola,
Donald Byrd,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Depeche Mode,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fall,
Marc Almond,
The Offenders,
Fela Kuti,
Pulsallama,
Joey Negro,
F. McDonald,
David Bowie,
Jerry's Kids,
Pussy Galore,
Goldenarms,
Colin Newman,
Janne Schatter,
UT,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Moss Icon,
Wally Richardson,
Eric Copeland,
Oneida,
Brick,
Urselle,
Tom Boy,
The Modern Lovers,
These Immortal Souls,
Interpol,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.