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 Sudan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 The Standells to the rock 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord 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 organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Moleskins,
Absolute Body Control,
Don Cherry,
Little Man,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Smiths,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Alton Ellis,
Goldenarms,
Ten City,
Bill Near,
Gang of Four,
Pantaleimon,
Donald Byrd,
The Wake,
Laurel Aitken,
Aaron Thompson,
Procol Harum,
Das Ding,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cybotron,
The Angels of Light,
Lakeside,
Ultravox,
Eric B and Rakim,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Martian,
E-Dancer,
Al Stewart,
Maleditus Sound,
Masters at Work,
The Black Dice,
Susan Cadogan,
Newcleus,
Magma,
Sonic Youth,
Pulsallama,
Charles Mingus,
The Names,
Niagra,
Sandy B,
Livin' Joy,
The Motions,
Blossom Toes,
Spandau Ballet,
James White and The Blacks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Arcadia,
Albert Ayler,
Zapp,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pagans,
Alphaville,
Altered Images,
Subhumans,
The Young Rascals,
The Golliwogs,
Cheater Slicks,
The Sonics,
Erykah Badu,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.