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 Albania and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Neil Young to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Josef K,
Lungfish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cabaret Voltaire,
X-Ray Spex,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Doors,
Jimmy McGriff,
Freddie Wadling,
Big Daddy Kane,
Yusef Lateef,
Judy Mowatt,
10cc,
The Blackbyrds,
Eurythmics,
The United States of America,
Pagans,
Kerri Chandler,
Roxette,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
ABBA,
Erasure,
Depeche Mode,
The Golliwogs,
Loose Ends,
Quando Quango,
Tim Buckley,
Robert Wyatt,
The Birthday Party,
The Fuzztones,
Zapp,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Public Enemy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Slits,
Cheater Slicks,
Connie Case,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Groovy Waters,
Mark Hollis,
The Trojans,
Drexciya,
Dead Boys,
the Human League,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mission of Burma,
New York Dolls,
Toni Rubio,
Inner City,
Davy DMX,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gichy Dan,
Parry Music,
The Associates,
Pylon,
Bill Wells,
Altered Images,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.