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 Micronesia and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 Warsaw to the techno 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
John Coltrane,
Maleditus Sound,
Young Marble Giants,
Alton Ellis,
The Vogues,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Moody Blues,
The Slackers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Camouflage,
Joy Division,
Matthew Bourne,
Lou Christie,
Blancmange,
The Pop Group,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Skaos,
The Raincoats,
Cecil Taylor,
Delta 5,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sonny Sharrock,
Metal Thangz,
ABC,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Minor Threat,
Arab on Radar,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Arthur Verocai,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Residents,
The Modern Lovers,
The Searchers,
Stereo Dub,
Scion,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Minutemen,
The Divine Comedy,
Gong,
The Music Machine,
The Golliwogs,
X-Ray Spex,
Robert Hood,
Absolute Body Control,
Ituana,
Joey Negro,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Normal,
Magazine,
Depeche Mode,
Mary Jane Girls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soft Cell,
Steve Hackett,
Mark Hollis,
Duran Duran,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.