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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet 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 Bluetip to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA 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?
The Moody Blues,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joey Negro,
Unrelated Segments,
Sex Pistols,
The Neon Judgement,
The Gories,
DJ Style,
Fugazi,
The Five Americans,
Charles Mingus,
Quando Quango,
Aural Exciters,
Slick Rick,
Schoolly D,
The Trojans,
The Walker Brothers,
The Associates,
Drexciya,
Roxette,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Remains,
Suburban Knight,
The Stooges,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Oblivians,
R.M.O.,
Barry Ungar,
Tears for Fears,
Ultra Naté,
Eric Dolphy,
Zero Boys,
Fat Boys,
The Flesh Eaters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Monochrome Set,
Pet Shop Boys,
KRS-One,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
AZ,
Crash Course in Science,
Barclay James Harvest,
Matthew Bourne,
The Smiths,
Basic Channel,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Malaria!,
The Happenings,
Letta Mbulu,
Freddie Wadling,
Stiv Bators,
the Slits,
Max Romeo,
The J.B.'s,
Qualms,
Colin Newman,
Matthew Halsall,
The New Christs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roger Hodgson,
The Zeros,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.