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 Uganda and from Madrid.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Magazine to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ten City,
Audionom,
The Knickerbockers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Deepchord,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Monks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Trojans,
Sonic Youth,
X-Ray Spex,
Don Cherry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jandek,
Mandrill,
Moby Grape,
The Fugs,
T. Rex,
Technova,
The Count Five,
Archie Shepp,
Brass Construction,
ABBA,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Pus,
Stetsasonic,
Gabor Szabo,
48th St. Collective,
Tomorrow,
MDC,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Human League,
Soul Sonic Force,
Grandmaster Flash,
Chris & Cosey,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Coltrane,
Blake Baxter,
Country Teasers,
Fad Gadget,
The Velvet Underground,
Shoche,
the Sonics,
Index,
Fat Boys,
Byron Stingily,
ABC,
Funkadelic,
Intrusion,
Mantronix,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Motions,
The Barracudas,
Yellowson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
CMW,
Dave Gahan,
Black Bananas,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.