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 Benin and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Television to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
The Fortunes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Blake Baxter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aloha Tigers,
Vladislav Delay,
The Pretty Things,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crime,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Derrick Morgan,
UT,
The Angels of Light,
The Seeds,
the Soft Cell,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fall,
Marine Girls,
Public Enemy,
the Bar-Kays,
The Electric Prunes,
Marc Almond,
Unrelated Segments,
The Vogues,
John Cale,
June Days,
Bobbi Humphrey,
U.S. Maple,
Scion,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Robert Hood,
The Smiths,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Massinfluence,
K-Klass,
Cal Tjader,
Skarface,
The Blackbyrds,
Tom Boy,
Intrusion,
Swell Maps,
Marcia Griffiths,
Saccharine Trust,
Ponytail,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Slackers,
Surgeon,
Sister Nancy,
The Sound,
Faraquet,
John Coltrane,
Monolake,
Half Japanese,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kenny Larkin,
X-101,
Piero Umiliani,
Monks,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.