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 Cameroon and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar 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 Lee Hazlewood to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Ituana,
Das Ding,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Section 25,
Black Sheep,
Porter Ricks,
Aural Exciters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
cv313,
The Angels of Light,
Marmalade,
The Gap Band,
U.S. Maple,
The Fortunes,
Todd Terry,
June of 44,
The Busters,
Ultravox,
Amon Düül II,
Magma,
The Techniques,
Duran Duran,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pylon,
Suicide,
Silicon Teens,
Cluster,
the Normal,
ABC,
The Cowsills,
Oblivians,
Von Mondo,
Kurtis Blow,
Arcadia,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Oneida,
David Bowie,
Monks,
The Walker Brothers,
Rakim,
Gong,
The Saints,
Stiv Bators,
Josef K,
The Velvet Underground,
Whodini,
Althea and Donna,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soul II Soul,
Pole,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
New Age Steppers,
Terry Callier,
Gang Starr,
The Wake,
Slick Rick,
The Pretty Things,
The Victims,
K-Klass,
John Foxx,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.