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 Kenya and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Urselle to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Prince Buster,
Dual Sessions,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Heaven 17,
Skriet,
cv313,
The Music Machine,
The Human League,
Von Mondo,
10cc,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Moody Blues,
The Misunderstood,
Gang Gang Dance,
Byron Stingily,
John Foxx,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Modern Lovers,
Monolake,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Human League,
Lebanon Hanover,
The United States of America,
The Raincoats,
Carl Craig,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobby Womack,
Todd Terry,
Can,
The Pop Group,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Byrd,
Malaria!,
the Normal,
Neil Young,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Electric Prunes,
OOIOO,
Aaron Thompson,
New York Dolls,
The Move,
Fugazi,
The Gap Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Joey Negro,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Quadrant,
Lou Christie,
Bizarre Inc.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Sound,
Vainqueur,
H. Thieme,
Sixth Finger,
Brick,
Deepchord,
the Soft Cell,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.