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 Syria and from Portland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 PIL to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Alphaville,
Tomorrow,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Theoretical Girls,
The Moleskins,
R.M.O.,
The Cure,
Fear,
Lee Hazlewood,
Traffic Nightmare,
T. Rex,
Yusef Lateef,
Reuben Wilson,
The Dirtbombs,
Fugazi,
The Sound,
Howard Jones,
Peter & Gordon,
The Gun Club,
Albert Ayler,
Ornette Coleman,
Minutemen,
Delon & Dalcan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bill Near,
The Trojans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Magma,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rakim,
The Pop Group,
Alton Ellis,
Magazine,
Pantaleimon,
Spoonie Gee,
the Slits,
Joensuu 1685,
Eddi Front,
Au Pairs,
Pierre Henry,
The Smoke,
Little Man,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Bar-Kays,
Desert Stars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Procol Harum,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Tremeloes,
Q and Not U,
Livin' Joy,
Eve St. Jones,
Heaven 17,
Qualms,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crime,
Cameo,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.