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 Algeria and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer 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 Zero Boys 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Accadde A,
Dennis Brown,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
OOIOO,
H. Thieme,
Lakeside,
The Fall,
The Wake,
Fatback Band,
The Monks,
Derrick Morgan,
Model 500,
Silicon Teens,
Matthew Bourne,
Kaleidoscope,
The Leaves,
Bush Tetras,
Eddi Front,
The Names,
Liliput,
The Divine Comedy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Stereo Dub,
Erykah Badu,
Rakim,
Neil Young,
10cc,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Johnny Clarke,
Ken Boothe,
Nico,
The Fire Engines,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aloha Tigers,
Pantytec,
The Human League,
Bizarre Inc.,
Essential Logic,
The Golliwogs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Supertramp,
Gichy Dan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
David Bowie,
Harry Pussy,
Angry Samoans,
Minor Threat,
Goldenarms,
The United States of America,
Qualms,
Prince Buster,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Flag,
Outsiders,
Ronan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Faust,
The Selecter,
Zapp,
Boz Scaggs,
Tim Buckley,
Monolake,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.