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 Netherlands and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the techno 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Television Personalities,
Sällskapet,
Fela Kuti,
Roger Hodgson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Victims,
Cluster,
Eric Dolphy,
Basic Channel,
Deepchord,
Reuben Wilson,
Boredoms,
Pet Shop Boys,
Zero Boys,
The Velvet Underground,
Hoover,
The Fugs,
The Birthday Party,
Joey Negro,
Tommy Roe,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Angels of Light,
The Gun Club,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Newcleus,
Juan Atkins,
R.M.O.,
Ornette Coleman,
Curtis Mayfield,
One Last Wish,
David McCallum,
Massinfluence,
Qualms,
D'Angelo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Circle Jerks,
Metal Thangz,
Stetsasonic,
Stereo Dub,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ituana,
The New Christs,
Urselle,
Cymande,
Slave,
Bronski Beat,
Josef K,
Godley & Creme,
Accadde A,
Althea and Donna,
Wolf Eyes,
Scion,
Underground Resistance,
Vladislav Delay,
Donald Byrd,
Rekid,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.