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 Luxembourg and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Move to the punk 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sällskapet,
Lou Christie,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tomorrow,
Aloha Tigers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marine Girls,
Barrington Levy,
Brass Construction,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Carl Craig,
Scott Walker,
Spandau Ballet,
Johnny Clarke,
Lucky Dragons,
Spoonie Gee,
Alton Ellis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Graham Central Station,
Grandmaster Flash,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hasil Adkins,
Scion,
Liliput,
The Litter,
Fear,
Johnny Osbourne,
Quadrant,
Lou Reed,
Derrick Morgan,
John Cale,
H. Thieme,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bob Dylan,
The Saints,
The J.B.'s,
David Bowie,
Massinfluence,
Index,
The Names,
Adolescents,
Supertramp,
Jeff Mills,
Visage,
Zero Boys,
Vainqueur,
Bronski Beat,
Mantronix,
Chris Corsano,
Subhumans,
Cymande,
Skaos,
The Fugs,
Jandek,
Letta Mbulu,
Sonny Sharrock,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.