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 Guinea-Bissau and from Hong Kong.
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 Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Rites of Spring to the crunk 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Scion,
Soulsonic Force,
Moss Icon,
Jeff Mills,
June Days,
48th St. Collective,
10cc,
World's Most,
Minny Pops,
Lalo Schifrin,
Alice Coltrane,
Frankie Knuckles,
Circle Jerks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nas,
Half Japanese,
Scientists,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wally Richardson,
The Fall,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Aloha Tigers,
The Saints,
DJ Sneak,
Archie Shepp,
Khruangbin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Chrome,
Hardrive,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cybotron,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Cowsills,
The Zeros,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Donald Byrd,
Mr. Review,
FM Einheit,
Crooked Eye,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Gladiators,
Mark Hollis,
Michelle Simonal,
Sight & Sound,
Zero Boys,
Warren Ellis,
Talk Talk,
The Victims,
Bill Near,
Young Marble Giants,
Deepchord,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ponytail,
John Lydon,
Rosa Yemen,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Amazonics,
The Moleskins,
The Fortunes,
DJ Style,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
MC5,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.