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 Marshall Islands and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Vladislav Delay to the electroclash 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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ronan,
Scrapy,
Jeff Mills,
Black Pus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pylon,
Graham Central Station,
Basic Channel,
Tim Buckley,
Mantronix,
Pere Ubu,
The Human League,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bill Wells,
Freddie Wadling,
X-101,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Magazine,
The Remains,
Terry Callier,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joey Negro,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Don Cherry,
Howard Jones,
Excepter,
The Evens,
10cc,
Morten Harket,
Surgeon,
Soft Machine,
James White and The Blacks,
Goldenarms,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lindisfarne,
the Swans,
Underground Resistance,
Flash Fearless,
The Happenings,
Dawn Penn,
8 Eyed Spy,
B.T. Express,
Aural Exciters,
Thompson Twins,
Joyce Sims,
Derrick May,
Suburban Knight,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mission of Burma,
Dead Boys,
Juan Atkins,
Ponytail,
Von Mondo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Motions,
Barclay James Harvest,
Intrusion,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.