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 Denmark and from Tehran.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Happenings to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick 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?
The Gap Band,
Connie Case,
The Angels of Light,
Bauhaus,
X-101,
Gang Gang Dance,
Minor Threat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Big Daddy Kane,
Model 500,
Zapp,
Soulsonic Force,
Shoche,
Siglo XX,
Lalo Schifrin,
Q65,
Buzzcocks,
Carl Craig,
Little Man,
Derrick Morgan,
Sarah Menescal,
Panda Bear,
Section 25,
The Flesh Eaters,
In Retrospect,
The Cowsills,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Peter & Gordon,
Fat Boys,
Tom Boy,
Dennis Brown,
Judy Mowatt,
Average White Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cheater Slicks,
Rapeman,
John Lydon,
Mantronix,
MC5,
Moebius,
Cameo,
Gang Starr,
Yaz,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Technova,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fortunes,
Excepter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wally Richardson,
Kaleidoscope,
Groovy Waters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roxette,
Bootsy Collins,
Pylon,
Terry Callier,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dead Boys,
CMW,
UT,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.