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 Barbados and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Silicon Teens to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Kaleidoscope,
The Monks,
Little Man,
Interpol,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wasted Youth,
Harry Pussy,
Minnie Riperton,
Saccharine Trust,
Brick,
Lucky Dragons,
Godley & Creme,
The American Breed,
Youth Brigade,
Black Pus,
Bobby Womack,
The Victims,
Black Flag,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Human League,
The Real Kids,
The Motions,
Kerrie Biddell,
Yellowson,
Mandrill,
Television,
One Last Wish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ludus,
Basic Channel,
Piero Umiliani,
Sun Ra,
Pierre Henry,
Massinfluence,
Terry Callier,
Tom Boy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Easy Going,
Arab on Radar,
Ronnie Foster,
Dave Gahan,
The Martian,
The J.B.'s,
Flipper,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wings,
Sugar Minott,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Charles Mingus,
Quantec,
Fat Boys,
X-102,
Panda Bear,
Swell Maps,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Zero Boys,
Rotary Connection,
T.S.O.L.,
Derrick May,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joensuu 1685,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.