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 Monaco and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Marine Girls to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Dead Boys,
Thompson Twins,
Make Up,
Model 500,
Marc Almond,
The Tremeloes,
Chris Corsano,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Grauzone,
U.S. Maple,
The Smoke,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gang of Four,
The Red Krayola,
Rapeman,
AZ,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Human League,
Lungfish,
The Golliwogs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Organ,
Lou Reed,
Spoonie Gee,
Technova,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Quando Quango,
Althea and Donna,
Ponytail,
Q and Not U,
Toni Rubio,
Lucky Dragons,
The Wake,
Absolute Body Control,
The Doobie Brothers,
Banda Bassotti,
F. McDonald,
Robert Görl,
Joensuu 1685,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bronski Beat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Delta 5,
One Last Wish,
Crooked Eye,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Todd Terry,
Warren Ellis,
John Foxx,
DJ Sneak,
The Monochrome Set,
Ituana,
Adolescents,
Vladislav Delay,
Visage,
Sixth Finger,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lindisfarne,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.