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 Slovakia and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the dance 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Peter and Kerry,
The Birthday Party,
Bob Dylan,
Wings,
The Mummies,
Marine Girls,
Electric Prunes,
Amazonics,
Stereo Dub,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tubeway Army,
The Vogues,
Tom Boy,
Joy Division,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Doors,
Average White Band,
Symarip,
Ornette Coleman,
This Heat,
Ituana,
The Techniques,
Das Ding,
Fear,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Gap Band,
Excepter,
Metal Thangz,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Walker Brothers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Altered Images,
Accadde A,
Agitation Free,
Y Pants,
Goldenarms,
D'Angelo,
Roxy Music,
Dennis Brown,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
In Retrospect,
The Raincoats,
Patti Smith,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Steve Hackett,
Ultra Naté,
The Index,
The Smiths,
Urselle,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
PIL,
Flash Fearless,
Scott Walker,
James White and The Blacks,
Matthew Bourne,
Aswad,
Maleditus Sound,
Index,
Joe Smooth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.