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 Belgium and from Paris.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the punk 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Graham Central Station,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fire Engines,
The Searchers,
Altered Images,
Minor Threat,
Pulsallama,
The Selecter,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Michelle Simonal,
Oneida,
The Black Dice,
Groovy Waters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Skarface,
Theoretical Girls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sound Behaviour,
Spandau Ballet,
Neil Young,
John Cale,
Pere Ubu,
R.M.O.,
Aswad,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Duran Duran,
Yellowson,
Sixth Finger,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ultra Naté,
Yaz,
Cybotron,
Gerry Rafferty,
Aural Exciters,
Whodini,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ice-T,
James White and The Blacks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dead Boys,
Bobby Womack,
Charles Mingus,
Deepchord,
Sällskapet,
Liliput,
Rhythm & Sound,
The J.B.'s,
Porter Ricks,
Warren Ellis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Das Ding,
Black Moon,
Drexciya,
The Slits,
The Five Americans,
Stereo Dub,
Scientists,
The Litter,
Eddi Front,
Faraquet,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.