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 Azerbaijan and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin 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 Sex Pistols to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Animal Collective,
Marvin Gaye,
Ice-T,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobby Byrd,
Drexciya,
Scientists,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
F. McDonald,
Model 500,
a-ha,
Yazoo,
Dead Boys,
Eden Ahbez,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cheater Slicks,
Subhumans,
Zero Boys,
Radio Birdman,
Aloha Tigers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Doors,
The Dead C,
Todd Rundgren,
The Evens,
In Retrospect,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Blues Magoos,
Hasil Adkins,
Roxette,
Kenny Larkin,
Desert Stars,
Nik Kershaw,
Minny Pops,
The Mummies,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cymande,
Dual Sessions,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pylon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Can,
The Saints,
The Last Poets,
the Normal,
Funky Four + One,
Jeff Mills,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Stiv Bators,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tomorrow,
Girls At Our Best!,
Vladislav Delay,
Youth Brigade,
Underground Resistance,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.