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 Mauritania and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ 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 The Smiths to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Malaria!,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Charles Mingus,
Newcleus,
the Human League,
Camberwell Now,
The Associates,
Aaron Thompson,
Angry Samoans,
the Bar-Kays,
Sight & Sound,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mantronix,
Joe Finger,
Audionom,
Rosa Yemen,
Tommy Roe,
Marine Girls,
The Smiths,
The Moleskins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Grauzone,
The Gap Band,
Essential Logic,
Blancmange,
Electric Prunes,
Joyce Sims,
Ultra Naté,
Make Up,
Eric Copeland,
Neil Young,
Eden Ahbez,
the Normal,
Bang On A Can,
Panda Bear,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Los Fastidios,
Joensuu 1685,
Agent Orange,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gang Starr,
Gong,
10cc,
Sarah Menescal,
Kevin Saunderson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pere Ubu,
The Fall,
Yazoo,
Freddie Wadling,
Stockholm Monsters,
Alison Limerick,
Simply Red,
The Knickerbockers,
China Crisis,
Symarip,
D'Angelo,
James White and The Blacks,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.