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 Macedonia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 T.S.O.L. to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Suburban Knight,
Royal Trux,
Cheater Slicks,
Radio Birdman,
Black Pus,
Matthew Halsall,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Monochrome Set,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Visage,
The Flesh Eaters,
X-Ray Spex,
Nas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Charles Mingus,
Urselle,
Trumans Water,
Pagans,
Ken Boothe,
Brass Construction,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Massinfluence,
Black Flag,
Barbara Tucker,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marvin Gaye,
Smog,
The Kinks,
Mantronix,
The Associates,
Erasure,
Yazoo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Maleditus Sound,
Ronan,
The Moody Blues,
The Smoke,
Big Daddy Kane,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pussy Galore,
Chrome,
The Pretty Things,
One Last Wish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
L. Decosne,
The Techniques,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Skaos,
Rites of Spring,
The Monks,
David Axelrod,
10cc,
Dawn Penn,
Prince Buster,
the Normal,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Outsiders,
The Fugs,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Derrick Morgan,
Man Parrish,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.