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 Solomon Islands and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin 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 The Music Machine to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sparks,
Whodini,
La Düsseldorf,
Sarah Menescal,
Black Bananas,
Sister Nancy,
Shoche,
Lightning Bolt,
Bush Tetras,
The Monks,
Hardrive,
The Kinks,
Metal Thangz,
Gong,
Urselle,
Jeff Lynne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bang On A Can,
Pylon,
Eric Copeland,
Ituana,
Scan 7,
Thee Headcoats,
Echospace,
the Slits,
Pussy Galore,
Nas,
H. Thieme,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Tremeloes,
The Fugs,
Kenny Larkin,
Toni Rubio,
Saccharine Trust,
Mantronix,
Wally Richardson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tears for Fears,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Robert Hood,
Moby Grape,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Byrd,
Derrick May,
Rakim,
Basic Channel,
Ronnie Foster,
Gerry Rafferty,
Todd Terry,
The Saints,
Circle Jerks,
DNA,
Public Enemy,
Pere Ubu,
The Five Americans,
Shuggie Otis,
The Monochrome Set,
Alton Ellis,
Derrick Morgan,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.