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 Belarus and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bizarre Inc. to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Skaos,
The Alarm Clocks,
Radio Birdman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marvin Gaye,
Leonard Cohen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Offenders,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Liliput,
Sixth Finger,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Reuben Wilson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Evens,
Rotary Connection,
Black Moon,
Joe Finger,
Von Mondo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lucky Dragons,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Skriet,
Delta 5,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Techniques,
L. Decosne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Durutti Column,
Index,
Sound Behaviour,
The Red Krayola,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kerri Chandler,
These Immortal Souls,
Charles Mingus,
Johnny Clarke,
The Slits,
Duran Duran,
Flash Fearless,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Henry Cow,
Bad Manners,
Zapp,
Black Flag,
Echospace,
Procol Harum,
Gerry Rafferty,
Reagan Youth,
Japan,
Archie Shepp,
Alphaville,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Neil Young,
Scott Walker,
The Leaves,
Shuggie Otis,
New York Dolls,
The Young Rascals,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.