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 Comoros and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Dead C to the crunk 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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Massinfluence,
Pylon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Monks,
Spandau Ballet,
Aaron Thompson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Junior Murvin,
Joy Division,
Loose Ends,
The Leaves,
Shoche,
Vainqueur,
The Fugs,
Chris & Cosey,
Robert Görl,
Subhumans,
Sex Pistols,
ABC,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Flash Fearless,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sun Ra,
T. Rex,
Sonny Sharrock,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roy Ayers,
Robert Wyatt,
Q65,
Cal Tjader,
Basic Channel,
Second Layer,
Tomorrow,
Marc Almond,
Dawn Penn,
Scion,
Intrusion,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Victims,
the Normal,
Morten Harket,
Bauhaus,
Brothers Johnson,
Todd Terry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bill Wells,
The New Christs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Cale,
Silicon Teens,
Yellowson,
OOIOO,
The Misunderstood,
Black Moon,
Scan 7,
Tim Buckley,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Drexciya,
the Association,
The Black Dice,
Lou Reed,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.