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 Libya and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Delon & Dalcan,
The American Breed,
Tim Buckley,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Smog,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crash Course in Science,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Newcleus,
The Star Department,
Minnie Riperton,
Freddie Wadling,
Banda Bassotti,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cameo,
Spoonie Gee,
Soulsonic Force,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Basic Channel,
Thee Headcoats,
Au Pairs,
China Crisis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joyce Sims,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
EPMD,
The Shadows of Knight,
Traffic Nightmare,
Boz Scaggs,
Rosa Yemen,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Infiniti,
Minutemen,
Sam Rivers,
UT,
Talk Talk,
Big Daddy Kane,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Swell Maps,
Gichy Dan,
Mark Hollis,
The Standells,
Vainqueur,
Camouflage,
Desert Stars,
Cheater Slicks,
Scott Walker,
Moby Grape,
Scrapy,
The Golliwogs,
Minny Pops,
Simply Red,
Janne Schatter,
Das Ding,
Soul Sonic Force,
Piero Umiliani,
David Axelrod,
Skarface,
The Gap Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Circle Jerks,
Aaron Thompson,
the Soft Cell,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.