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 Mauritania and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kenny Larkin to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Black Flag,
Magma,
The Standells,
Rapeman,
Judy Mowatt,
Heaven 17,
Metal Thangz,
Moebius,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fugs,
Icehouse,
the Swans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Offenders,
Grauzone,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Slits,
Cameo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Reagan Youth,
Barbara Tucker,
ABBA,
Basic Channel,
Fela Kuti,
Godley & Creme,
Qualms,
Cymande,
DJ Sneak,
The Beau Brummels,
Sugar Minott,
10cc,
Traffic Nightmare,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kaleidoscope,
Juan Atkins,
Lou Reed,
Mars,
Main Source,
Agent Orange,
Niagra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Robert Görl,
Brothers Johnson,
Kerri Chandler,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wire,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fall,
Harmonia,
Todd Rundgren,
The Selecter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Malaria!,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Japan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Faust,
Gil Scott Heron,
Zero Boys,
Alphaville,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.