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 Papua New Guinea and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 the Soft Cell to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Ludus,
Mad Mike,
Chris & Cosey,
8 Eyed Spy,
Youth Brigade,
Alphaville,
Icehouse,
X-Ray Spex,
Scion,
Royal Trux,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Beau Brummels,
The Vogues,
Soft Cell,
Blancmange,
Clear Light,
Rufus Thomas,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobby Sherman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Count Five,
Terry Callier,
The Evens,
Carl Craig,
Oneida,
Pantytec,
The Blues Magoos,
Joyce Sims,
Funky Four + One,
Laurel Aitken,
Heaven 17,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tubeway Army,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Peter & Gordon,
Animal Collective,
The Star Department,
Duran Duran,
Robert Görl,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Graham Central Station,
Kaleidoscope,
Cameo,
E-Dancer,
EPMD,
David McCallum,
Fela Kuti,
The Buckinghams,
Saccharine Trust,
Jerry's Kids,
Main Source,
The Gun Club,
Moss Icon,
Joe Finger,
Ronnie Foster,
New Order,
The Walker Brothers,
Crime,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sound Behaviour,
Sun City Girls,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.