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 Tanzania and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron 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 Maleditus Sound to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Arthur Verocai,
Bad Manners,
The Walker Brothers,
Duran Duran,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nik Kershaw,
Derrick May,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ice-T,
Scion,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nico,
The Gories,
Mission of Burma,
Tears for Fears,
The Cure,
The American Breed,
the Human League,
The Human League,
The Offenders,
D'Angelo,
Little Man,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bluetip,
Grey Daturas,
Curtis Mayfield,
Moss Icon,
Joe Smooth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Susan Cadogan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Symarip,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Radiopuhelimet,
Young Marble Giants,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pantytec,
Masters at Work,
David McCallum,
Minutemen,
Joey Negro,
The Sound,
EPMD,
X-Ray Spex,
X-102,
Crash Course in Science,
Freddie Wadling,
Barrington Levy,
Fad Gadget,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Black Dice,
Shuggie Otis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dorothy Ashby,
Television,
Fifty Foot Hose,
MDC,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.