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 Chile and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Cluster to the rock 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
FM Einheit,
Eden Ahbez,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Sheep,
Animal Collective,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Dolphy,
Con Funk Shun,
Roxette,
Banda Bassotti,
Kas Product,
The Searchers,
Clear Light,
Sight & Sound,
Lucky Dragons,
Slave,
Theoretical Girls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pussy Galore,
Quadrant,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Trumans Water,
Glenn Branca,
The Smoke,
Donny Hathaway,
Audionom,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Doors,
Cal Tjader,
U.S. Maple,
Electric Prunes,
The Skatalites,
Barclay James Harvest,
Prince Buster,
R.M.O.,
Dave Gahan,
The Cure,
Pantytec,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobby Sherman,
John Lydon,
Pulsallama,
Motorama,
Man Eating Sloth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Beau Brummels,
Sonic Youth,
Flash Fearless,
Gastr Del Sol,
Half Japanese,
The Knickerbockers,
CMW,
Shoche,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grauzone,
kango's stein massive,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.