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 Antigua and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Invisible to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
New Age Steppers,
X-102,
Can,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Velvet Underground,
Suicide,
Alton Ellis,
The Fall,
Eddi Front,
The Associates,
Qualms,
Mantronix,
Boogie Down Productions,
Q and Not U,
Mark Hollis,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Moleskins,
KRS-One,
The Barracudas,
X-Ray Spex,
The Gap Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Boredoms,
Sixth Finger,
Laurel Aitken,
Eric Dolphy,
Barry Ungar,
The Angels of Light,
The Residents,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soul II Soul,
Fear,
Harry Pussy,
Bobby Womack,
John Holt,
Barrington Levy,
Theoretical Girls,
Organ,
The Fugs,
Wings,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Move,
Visage,
Aaron Thompson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Arab on Radar,
the Germs,
Gang Green,
The Litter,
Avey Tare,
Reagan Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
10cc,
Bill Near,
Bobby Sherman,
Make Up,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crispy Ambulance,
Excepter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.