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 Mozambique and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Gladiators to the rap 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a spring reverb 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 synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Young Marble Giants,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tim Buckley,
Buzzcocks,
Q and Not U,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roger Hodgson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Technova,
Yaz,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sonic Youth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Beau Brummels,
Brothers Johnson,
Groovy Waters,
Maleditus Sound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rhythm & Sound,
Royal Trux,
Scientists,
Sound Behaviour,
Jacques Brel,
Scratch Acid,
Dead Boys,
Masters at Work,
Section 25,
DJ Sneak,
Bob Dylan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fall,
Deepchord,
Moss Icon,
Circle Jerks,
Mr. Review,
Toni Rubio,
Magma,
A Certain Ratio,
Stereo Dub,
Soul II Soul,
The Zeros,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Minor Threat,
Jawbox,
Agitation Free,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Organ,
LL Cool J,
The Tremeloes,
X-102,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Leonard Cohen,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Banda Bassotti,
The Busters,
The Invisible,
Jacob Miller,
Man Parrish,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.