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 Gabon and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Drexciya,
Terrestrial Tones,
China Crisis,
Lindisfarne,
Ludus,
Masters at Work,
The Grass Roots,
Lakeside,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Real Kids,
Cluster,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sparks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Divine Comedy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
T.S.O.L.,
Gang Green,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Model 500,
The Young Rascals,
The Golliwogs,
H. Thieme,
Neil Young,
Sandy B,
John Cale,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gang of Four,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Sonics,
the Soft Cell,
Sam Rivers,
Matthew Halsall,
Infiniti,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Arab on Radar,
Sixth Finger,
Von Mondo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ultra Naté,
Thee Headcoats,
Pet Shop Boys,
Letta Mbulu,
The Gun Club,
Clear Light,
8 Eyed Spy,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fuzztones,
Make Up,
Jeff Lynne,
Loose Ends,
Cecil Taylor,
Pierre Henry,
Freddie Wadling,
Alton Ellis,
Shuggie Otis,
Lalann,
Brothers Johnson,
Quantec,
Frankie Knuckles,
Man Parrish,
Japan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.