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 Vietnam 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Reuben Wilson to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
The J.B.'s,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cheater Slicks,
Fatback Band,
Brothers Johnson,
New Age Steppers,
Agent Orange,
Robert Görl,
Gang of Four,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Bananas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lalo Schifrin,
World's Most,
Kayak,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Television,
Cecil Taylor,
The Seeds,
Talk Talk,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Public Enemy,
Fluxion,
Davy DMX,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Neu!,
The Alarm Clocks,
Blossom Toes,
New Order,
Jeff Mills,
Supertramp,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bronski Beat,
OOIOO,
Magma,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bush Tetras,
MDC,
Joe Finger,
Nick Fraelich,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sällskapet,
Dennis Brown,
Moby Grape,
T.S.O.L.,
Theoretical Girls,
The Cramps,
Agitation Free,
CMW,
Ice-T,
The Sonics,
the Sonics,
The Remains,
Roy Ayers,
the Slits,
Alice Coltrane,
The Evens,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.