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 Argentina and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Electric Prunes to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Darondo,
Interpol,
Suburban Knight,
Arthur Verocai,
Altered Images,
The Motions,
Charles Mingus,
Unwound,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Star Department,
Japan,
Chrome,
Bizarre Inc.,
Porter Ricks,
Steve Hackett,
Black Moon,
Fela Kuti,
Index,
Technova,
Monks,
The Litter,
Rod Modell,
The Smiths,
Sexual Harrassment,
Terrestrial Tones,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cheater Slicks,
Arab on Radar,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Red Krayola,
Masters at Work,
Joyce Sims,
Main Source,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Sonics,
Kerri Chandler,
Guru Guru,
Surgeon,
The Sound,
The Trojans,
The Blues Magoos,
Crispy Ambulance,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Moss Icon,
Vainqueur,
Trumans Water,
Scott Walker,
Vladislav Delay,
Young Marble Giants,
Howard Jones,
Cybotron,
Sam Rivers,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Infiniti,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sex Pistols,
the Bar-Kays,
Albert Ayler,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.