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 United States and from London.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Kayak to the grunge 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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roxy Music,
cv313,
Gastr Del Sol,
Leonard Cohen,
John Cale,
Rapeman,
Symarip,
Joe Finger,
The Standells,
The Evens,
Zero Boys,
ABC,
Khruangbin,
Nirvana,
Babytalk,
Porter Ricks,
Franke,
John Foxx,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wire,
Alice Coltrane,
Cluster,
Pylon,
Crime,
The Gap Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Average White Band,
Soulsonic Force,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ohio Players,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mad Mike,
the Association,
Talk Talk,
Section 25,
Michelle Simonal,
Joensuu 1685,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Desert Stars,
Derrick Morgan,
Boredoms,
This Heat,
Iggy Pop,
Theoretical Girls,
Derrick May,
Pierre Henry,
The Star Department,
Wally Richardson,
Los Fastidios,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jandek,
Kevin Saunderson,
Laurel Aitken,
Pet Shop Boys,
Flipper,
Janne Schatter,
Circle Jerks,
China Crisis,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.