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 Turkmenistan and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Michael McDonald 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 Gerry Rafferty to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Morten Harket,
Swans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marine Girls,
This Heat,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Knickerbockers,
The Leaves,
the Sonics,
Michelle Simonal,
Lakeside,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Motions,
Jesper Dahlback,
Erasure,
Mars,
Ronan,
The Red Krayola,
Supertramp,
Camberwell Now,
Unwound,
Cal Tjader,
Soft Machine,
The Stooges,
Monks,
The Fugs,
Albert Ayler,
Aloha Tigers,
Drexciya,
Young Marble Giants,
John Cale,
The Golliwogs,
Davy DMX,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ice-T,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Archie Shepp,
The Happenings,
Pantaleimon,
Robert Görl,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Selecter,
Wolf Eyes,
Nik Kershaw,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ralphi Rosario,
Laurel Aitken,
Crooked Eye,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fugazi,
Royal Trux,
The Gap Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wasted Youth,
Clear Light,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nas,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.