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 Antigua and from Johannesburg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Michelle Simonal to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Shoche,
Marvin Gaye,
Minnie Riperton,
James White and The Blacks,
The Tremeloes,
Radio Birdman,
Scratch Acid,
John Foxx,
Circle Jerks,
Radiohead,
E-Dancer,
Eric Copeland,
Metal Thangz,
Procol Harum,
Wasted Youth,
Amon Düül II,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Trumans Water,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Lydon,
Symarip,
Deadbeat,
Neu!,
Bootsy Collins,
Groovy Waters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soft Machine,
Glambeats Corp.,
Albert Ayler,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cameo,
New Age Steppers,
Nik Kershaw,
The Gories,
Vladislav Delay,
T. Rex,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jerry's Kids,
Joe Smooth,
Ten City,
Ronnie Foster,
PIL,
A Certain Ratio,
Jandek,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Charles Mingus,
John Cale,
The Trojans,
Pussy Galore,
Fear,
Liliput,
The Buckinghams,
cv313,
The Young Rascals,
Basic Channel,
Sparks,
The Selecter,
Thee Headcoats,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.