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 Ghana and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator 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 8 Eyed Spy 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Lou Christie,
Matthew Halsall,
Animal Collective,
Youth Brigade,
The Last Poets,
Fela Kuti,
Urselle,
K-Klass,
Au Pairs,
Arthur Verocai,
Jesper Dahlback,
Franke,
Infiniti,
The Raincoats,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Five Americans,
Motorama,
Wings,
La Düsseldorf,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Moon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Essential Logic,
Young Marble Giants,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Radio Birdman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Royal Trux,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Schoolly D,
Bootsy Collins,
Kaleidoscope,
Roxette,
June Days,
Robert Hood,
The Red Krayola,
Todd Terry,
The Invisible,
The Techniques,
Yaz,
This Heat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Alton Ellis,
Duran Duran,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Cramps,
Dave Gahan,
Bluetip,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Amon Düül,
Ralphi Rosario,
Derrick May,
Magma,
Flash Fearless,
Marine Girls,
Tim Buckley,
Parry Music,
Eddi Front,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.