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 Moldova and from Taipei.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the organ 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 Matthew Halsall to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Au Pairs,
Khruangbin,
Grandmaster Flash,
Talk Talk,
48th St. Collective,
Eddi Front,
Pylon,
Inner City,
Sun City Girls,
Rotary Connection,
Lee Hazlewood,
Girls At Our Best!,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Detroit Cobras,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tim Buckley,
Aural Exciters,
Arcadia,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Cramps,
The Invisible,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kool Moe Dee,
K-Klass,
Iggy Pop,
Scratch Acid,
Average White Band,
Liliput,
Brick,
the Slits,
Intrusion,
Bang On A Can,
Radio Birdman,
Tubeway Army,
Bobby Sherman,
Suicide,
Fear,
Darondo,
Pantaleimon,
Bronski Beat,
Throbbing Gristle,
Loose Ends,
Anakelly,
Matthew Bourne,
Slave,
The Kinks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Monolake,
The Angels of Light,
The American Breed,
The Red Krayola,
Nation of Ulysses,
Minor Threat,
Youth Brigade,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Electric Prunes,
Pierre Henry,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.