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 United Kingdom and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Negative Approach to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
ABBA,
John Holt,
Bronski Beat,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Quantec,
Swans,
John Coltrane,
The Fortunes,
Ice-T,
Deepchord,
Excepter,
Robert Wyatt,
Yusef Lateef,
Camberwell Now,
Junior Murvin,
Von Mondo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pere Ubu,
Ohio Players,
Bauhaus,
China Crisis,
Agent Orange,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rites of Spring,
E-Dancer,
Chris Corsano,
Icehouse,
AZ,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dawn Penn,
Scrapy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Visage,
Roxy Music,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fat Boys,
Barrington Levy,
Rufus Thomas,
LL Cool J,
The Remains,
Tres Demented,
Aswad,
Kas Product,
Average White Band,
Stereo Dub,
Laurel Aitken,
Pulsallama,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ronnie Foster,
Rotary Connection,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Reagan Youth,
EPMD,
Tommy Roe,
The Golliwogs,
Bang On A Can,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.