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 Niger and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Walker Brothers to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Pantytec,
Tres Demented,
Von Mondo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Flipper,
La Düsseldorf,
The Tremeloes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Agent Orange,
DNA,
Hasil Adkins,
Radiopuhelimet,
Make Up,
Pantaleimon,
10cc,
Susan Cadogan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sällskapet,
Prince Buster,
Negative Approach,
Quadrant,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Index,
Arcadia,
Ronan,
Joe Smooth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Q and Not U,
The Cure,
Ice-T,
Lightning Bolt,
Minny Pops,
Suicide,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
a-ha,
The Names,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rites of Spring,
Swans,
The Standells,
The Birthday Party,
Marine Girls,
Alton Ellis,
Flash Fearless,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Monks,
Connie Case,
the Normal,
Grey Daturas,
the Association,
Bang On A Can,
Lucky Dragons,
Whodini,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Wake,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Moss Icon,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.