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 Norway and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Drive Like Jehu to the techno 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Dead Boys,
Sällskapet,
Pagans,
Nirvana,
The Gladiators,
Agitation Free,
Suicide,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jerry's Kids,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scrapy,
Nick Fraelich,
Masters at Work,
The Zeros,
Swell Maps,
Donald Byrd,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Offenders,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Smog,
MC5,
Rosa Yemen,
Vainqueur,
Crooked Eye,
Sandy B,
Lou Christie,
Grandmaster Flash,
Amazonics,
Audionom,
Skriet,
Donny Hathaway,
Junior Murvin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
T. Rex,
The Pop Group,
Half Japanese,
Leonard Cohen,
Radio Birdman,
Matthew Halsall,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Slits,
Panda Bear,
Desert Stars,
Mandrill,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crime,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Television Personalities,
Roger Hodgson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Swans,
Infiniti,
Sun Ra,
Marc Almond,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nils Olav,
Mantronix,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.