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 Turkmenistan and from Halifax.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord 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 Camberwell Now to the rock 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jandek,
Rod Modell,
DNA,
Symarip,
Camouflage,
The Dead C,
The Music Machine,
Q and Not U,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Outsiders,
Marvin Gaye,
Roxette,
Lindisfarne,
Fluxion,
The Offenders,
Chris Corsano,
The Cure,
Kevin Saunderson,
New Order,
Sound Behaviour,
The Real Kids,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hoover,
Roger Hodgson,
Can,
Monks,
T. Rex,
8 Eyed Spy,
R.M.O.,
Goldenarms,
David Bowie,
Procol Harum,
London Community Gospel Choir,
PIL,
Chris & Cosey,
Wasted Youth,
Patti Smith,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Neu!,
Cameo,
the Sonics,
The Last Poets,
Yaz,
The Shadows of Knight,
Skriet,
Lebanon Hanover,
Electric Prunes,
The Electric Prunes,
Technova,
OOIOO,
Leonard Cohen,
MDC,
Moebius,
Gang Gang Dance,
Piero Umiliani,
L. Decosne,
Motorama,
Max Romeo,
The Alarm Clocks,
A Certain Ratio,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.