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 Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes 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 Khruangbin to the electroclash 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobby Sherman,
Depeche Mode,
Bizarre Inc.,
Television,
Banda Bassotti,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pierre Henry,
Second Layer,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Von Mondo,
Wasted Youth,
Toni Rubio,
Black Sheep,
Quantec,
The Velvet Underground,
Youth Brigade,
Supertramp,
F. McDonald,
China Crisis,
The Busters,
The Pop Group,
Lou Christie,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Soft Cell,
Matthew Bourne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Toasters,
Dennis Brown,
The Flesh Eaters,
Anakelly,
Nas,
The United States of America,
Gong,
Hardrive,
Roger Hodgson,
Harry Pussy,
Symarip,
Anthony Braxton,
Underground Resistance,
The Standells,
Bang On A Can,
Al Stewart,
Scion,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Judy Mowatt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Infiniti,
Jeff Lynne,
Man Parrish,
David McCallum,
Drexciya,
Nirvana,
The Last Poets,
Sam Rivers,
Pagans,
ABBA,
Outsiders,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Wake,
Soft Cell,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.