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 the UAE and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba 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 Lightning Bolt to the grunge 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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Sällskapet,
L. Decosne,
Johnny Clarke,
Pierre Henry,
Skaos,
Heaven 17,
Massinfluence,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobby Womack,
Deakin,
Urselle,
Bauhaus,
F. McDonald,
John Lydon,
Blancmange,
Matthew Bourne,
The Barracudas,
Charles Mingus,
T.S.O.L.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Funkadelic,
Brass Construction,
Sparks,
Dual Sessions,
Circle Jerks,
Altered Images,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Slackers,
Outsiders,
Sun City Girls,
The Stooges,
E-Dancer,
Royal Trux,
ABC,
the Normal,
Soft Cell,
Jandek,
the Swans,
Scientists,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Spandau Ballet,
The Offenders,
The New Christs,
Black Moon,
Groovy Waters,
Quando Quango,
John Foxx,
The Raincoats,
Siglo XX,
John Holt,
The Red Krayola,
Boz Scaggs,
Jerry's Kids,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tim Buckley,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ituana,
Magazine,
Fad Gadget,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.