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 Korea North and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dawn Penn to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Litter,
Japan,
Matthew Bourne,
Leonard Cohen,
Warren Ellis,
Ossler,
Ultravox,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Raincoats,
The Knickerbockers,
X-101,
Delta 5,
Severed Heads,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Dave Clark Five,
Inner City,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jerry's Kids,
Gil Scott Heron,
LL Cool J,
Panda Bear,
Wasted Youth,
Godley & Creme,
Arab on Radar,
The Grass Roots,
the Normal,
JFA,
The Offenders,
Pantytec,
Dennis Brown,
Freddie Wadling,
Anakelly,
The J.B.'s,
Amon Düül II,
Warsaw,
Shoche,
The United States of America,
Yellowson,
Black Bananas,
Sparks,
Pierre Henry,
Bang On A Can,
Radio Birdman,
Blancmange,
Boz Scaggs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Echospace,
Guru Guru,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crooked Eye,
Scientists,
Sight & Sound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tommy Roe,
Animal Collective,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.