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 Honduras and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator 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 John Cale to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Lou Reed,
Rotary Connection,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Aloha Tigers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
New York Dolls,
FM Einheit,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Average White Band,
Tim Buckley,
Surgeon,
Henry Cow,
Outsiders,
DNA,
Shoche,
Eli Mardock,
The Star Department,
Zapp,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joe Finger,
B.T. Express,
Dawn Penn,
David Axelrod,
Hashim,
Tommy Roe,
Minor Threat,
The Electric Prunes,
Sam Rivers,
MDC,
The Fortunes,
Eric Dolphy,
Absolute Body Control,
Y Pants,
Organ,
Neil Young,
EPMD,
Ultravox,
David Bowie,
The Five Americans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mandrill,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Don Cherry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sandy B,
E-Dancer,
Gang of Four,
John Coltrane,
Alphaville,
Tom Boy,
Das Ding,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ten City,
Todd Terry,
Lungfish,
Electric Prunes,
Brass Construction,
The Human League,
Magazine,
Chris & Cosey,
Nick Fraelich,
Technova,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.