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 Greece and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Talk Talk to the disco 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Godley & Creme,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Piero Umiliani,
Freddie Wadling,
the Swans,
Bauhaus,
Terrestrial Tones,
E-Dancer,
the Sonics,
The Remains,
Moby Grape,
Alison Limerick,
The Angels of Light,
June Days,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Martian,
Technova,
Wire,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
China Crisis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Subhumans,
The Grass Roots,
Bluetip,
Kerrie Biddell,
Icehouse,
Rekid,
Crooked Eye,
AZ,
Desert Stars,
The Saints,
Thompson Twins,
Silicon Teens,
Bootsy Collins,
The Pop Group,
Sugar Minott,
Frankie Knuckles,
Brick,
Main Source,
Girls At Our Best!,
Duran Duran,
Index,
Derrick May,
cv313,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Deepchord,
Darondo,
Wasted Youth,
Dorothy Ashby,
Can,
Gichy Dan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Pretty Things,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Avey Tare,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Red Krayola,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scott Walker,
The Zeros,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.