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 Afghanistan and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Khruangbin to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Lalann,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Selecter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rakim,
Sandy B,
Excepter,
Television Personalities,
Chrome,
the Association,
Warsaw,
Sam Rivers,
Ponytail,
Kas Product,
The Birthday Party,
Josef K,
Neil Young,
Reuben Wilson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pole,
Hashim,
Ice-T,
Ten City,
UT,
David McCallum,
Archie Shepp,
Marmalade,
Severed Heads,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Metal Thangz,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Matthew Halsall,
Harry Pussy,
Pulsallama,
Amazonics,
The Evens,
The Monochrome Set,
Tom Boy,
Simply Red,
Anthony Braxton,
Altered Images,
Camberwell Now,
Ultravox,
Kerri Chandler,
Unrelated Segments,
Dark Day,
The Alarm Clocks,
Deadbeat,
Gong,
The Modern Lovers,
The Saints,
KRS-One,
CMW,
PIL,
Popol Vuh,
Surgeon,
Blancmange,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.