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 Chile and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Monks to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Vainqueur,
Reagan Youth,
The Fire Engines,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scan 7,
Mo-Dettes,
Agitation Free,
Moss Icon,
Wasted Youth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Derrick May,
Joe Smooth,
Tubeway Army,
Suicide,
Malaria!,
John Foxx,
Television Personalities,
the Slits,
Erasure,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Kinks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Smog,
The Buckinghams,
Brick,
Faust,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Soft Cell,
The Blackbyrds,
Sex Pistols,
The Evens,
Marine Girls,
Janne Schatter,
Wire,
Model 500,
Warren Ellis,
the Human League,
The Residents,
The Toasters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crooked Eye,
X-Ray Spex,
Eric Dolphy,
JFA,
Albert Ayler,
Delon & Dalcan,
Organ,
Flipper,
The Techniques,
Wally Richardson,
D'Angelo,
Livin' Joy,
Sun City Girls,
Henry Cow,
This Heat,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dawn Penn,
Neu!,
Fela Kuti,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jeff Mills,
Unrelated Segments,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.