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 Cyprus and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pet Shop Boys to the disco 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Grey Daturas,
Roxette,
Donny Hathaway,
Kenny Larkin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fluxion,
Jerry's Kids,
Sugar Minott,
Andrew Hill,
Terry Callier,
Quando Quango,
Index,
Nik Kershaw,
The Moody Blues,
Blancmange,
The Sonics,
The Monochrome Set,
Sound Behaviour,
Cameo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
FM Einheit,
Boogie Down Productions,
Loose Ends,
PIL,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cecil Taylor,
June of 44,
John Coltrane,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Deepchord,
Scott Walker,
the Soft Cell,
The Grass Roots,
Thee Headcoats,
Monks,
Freddie Wadling,
Slick Rick,
Talk Talk,
The Searchers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Average White Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Soft Cell,
Letta Mbulu,
the Germs,
Brick,
Fatback Band,
Cheater Slicks,
The Black Dice,
Harmonia,
The Toasters,
The Litter,
Interpol,
The Neon Judgement,
Television,
Darondo,
Kayak,
Brand Nubian,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Half Japanese,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.