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 Nepal and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Be Bop Deluxe,
L. Decosne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Faust,
Yellowson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Count Five,
Pantaleimon,
Sarah Menescal,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
X-101,
The Golliwogs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rekid,
Grey Daturas,
The Barracudas,
Agent Orange,
U.S. Maple,
Country Teasers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Babytalk,
Gichy Dan,
In Retrospect,
Black Bananas,
The Sonics,
The Zeros,
Sound Behaviour,
June of 44,
Bobby Byrd,
Jerry's Kids,
Hardrive,
The Leaves,
Bill Wells,
Reuben Wilson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Delon & Dalcan,
Oneida,
Darondo,
10cc,
Slave,
Mission of Burma,
Scientists,
Slick Rick,
Popol Vuh,
Camberwell Now,
Schoolly D,
Intrusion,
Index,
Terrestrial Tones,
Adolescents,
The American Breed,
Brick,
Marshall Jefferson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fear,
The Dave Clark Five,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.