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 Bahamas and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin 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 Matthew Bourne to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin 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 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?
Derrick May,
The Gladiators,
Whodini,
The Moody Blues,
Rites of Spring,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tim Buckley,
Vainqueur,
World's Most,
Sandy B,
Fat Boys,
Wally Richardson,
The Smiths,
UT,
Sun Ra,
Banda Bassotti,
The Techniques,
The Beau Brummels,
Dead Boys,
Pole,
Sonic Youth,
Half Japanese,
Malaria!,
Organ,
Gong,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crime,
Robert Wyatt,
Subhumans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cluster,
DNA,
Minnie Riperton,
the Soft Cell,
Chris & Cosey,
Technova,
Reagan Youth,
the Bar-Kays,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fear,
Eric Copeland,
Barry Ungar,
Second Layer,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Moon,
R.M.O.,
Camberwell Now,
Panda Bear,
Arthur Verocai,
Crooked Eye,
K-Klass,
The Slits,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joyce Sims,
Outsiders,
Babytalk,
Ken Boothe,
Gastr Del Sol,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.