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 Slovakia 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Aural Exciters to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Shoche,
Kerri Chandler,
Au Pairs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Bananas,
Minny Pops,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Monochrome Set,
Newcleus,
Kool Moe Dee,
Erykah Badu,
Scratch Acid,
Sexual Harrassment,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Interpol,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rotary Connection,
Y Pants,
the Association,
Charles Mingus,
Roxette,
Little Man,
Warren Ellis,
kango's stein massive,
Chris Corsano,
The Wake,
Make Up,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobby Byrd,
Inner City,
Index,
Hashim,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scion,
Quando Quango,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Vogues,
a-ha,
Hot Snakes,
Eve St. Jones,
One Last Wish,
Tubeway Army,
Organ,
Lyres,
Radiopuhelimet,
Infiniti,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Byron Stingily,
Sight & Sound,
The Flesh Eaters,
Boz Scaggs,
Heaven 17,
Yellowson,
Dennis Brown,
The Electric Prunes,
Absolute Body Control,
Joy Division,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.