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 Brunei and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pretty Things to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Terry Callier,
Dave Gahan,
Letta Mbulu,
Tubeway Army,
Niagra,
Chris Corsano,
Brand Nubian,
Talk Talk,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fire Engines,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Shoche,
Todd Rundgren,
Goldenarms,
The Pretty Things,
The Doors,
Eden Ahbez,
Johnny Clarke,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mad Mike,
Pussy Galore,
Michelle Simonal,
Anthony Braxton,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sun Ra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lower 48,
Lucky Dragons,
Sight & Sound,
The Count Five,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Deadbeat,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bluetip,
Man Parrish,
E-Dancer,
Joy Division,
Tomorrow,
Urselle,
Gang of Four,
Eric Dolphy,
Neu!,
Slave,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scientists,
T.S.O.L.,
The Associates,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gerry Rafferty,
Flipper,
Dead Boys,
T. Rex,
Khruangbin,
Blossom Toes,
One Last Wish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.