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 Laos 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Stockholm Monsters to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a sitar and a harpsichord 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 clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Laurel Aitken,
Animal Collective,
Josef K,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Music Machine,
Amazonics,
Funkadelic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
James White and The Blacks,
The Searchers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Easy Going,
Yaz,
The Raincoats,
Howard Jones,
Chrome,
Marcia Griffiths,
Deepchord,
Morten Harket,
Matthew Halsall,
The Selecter,
Eden Ahbez,
New Age Steppers,
Trumans Water,
Aswad,
Niagra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Knickerbockers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cheater Slicks,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lightning Bolt,
Minnie Riperton,
Matthew Bourne,
DJ Style,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Flag,
Marvin Gaye,
Aloha Tigers,
Flipper,
Intrusion,
Charles Mingus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roger Hodgson,
Cameo,
Sam Rivers,
Pulsallama,
New York Dolls,
Motorama,
Au Pairs,
Urselle,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nirvana,
The Moleskins,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.