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 Iran and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Grey Daturas to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Buckinghams,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
LL Cool J,
Pantytec,
Michelle Simonal,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobby Womack,
Crooked Eye,
Dawn Penn,
Popol Vuh,
Derrick Morgan,
Thompson Twins,
Easy Going,
X-101,
Marcia Griffiths,
New Age Steppers,
Black Sheep,
L. Decosne,
Darondo,
Soul II Soul,
Maleditus Sound,
Heaven 17,
Trumans Water,
Faraquet,
Glenn Branca,
Suburban Knight,
The Names,
a-ha,
Connie Case,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rotary Connection,
Tomorrow,
Surgeon,
Oneida,
Desert Stars,
Iggy Pop,
The Young Rascals,
Livin' Joy,
Morten Harket,
Sonic Youth,
The Fortunes,
Stetsasonic,
Television Personalities,
Grey Daturas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
K-Klass,
Motorama,
Dual Sessions,
Mary Jane Girls,
Reuben Wilson,
Cluster,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Public Image Ltd.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mark Hollis,
Colin Newman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The New Christs,
Erykah Badu,
Flipper,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.