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 Senegal and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gang Green to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Jeff Lynne,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Underground Resistance,
The Trojans,
Rakim,
Metal Thangz,
The Martian,
U.S. Maple,
Leonard Cohen,
These Immortal Souls,
Carl Craig,
10cc,
The Raincoats,
Newcleus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Harmonia,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Spoonie Gee,
Aloha Tigers,
The Victims,
The Toasters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Blues Magoos,
Tom Boy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Count Five,
Shoche,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roxette,
Blake Baxter,
Model 500,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Country Teasers,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Sound,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dead Boys,
Marc Almond,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bootsy Collins,
Vainqueur,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ronan,
Mars,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Robert Wyatt,
Japan,
Godley & Creme,
Scrapy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sarah Menescal,
Minor Threat,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Section 25,
Black Bananas,
Lightning Bolt,
The Monks,
The Associates,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.