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 Guinea and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
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 808 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 Moebius to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Yazoo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Q65,
Skaos,
Jacques Brel,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Section 25,
Black Bananas,
The Dirtbombs,
Skarface,
Graham Central Station,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Techniques,
Flipper,
Echospace,
Bad Manners,
Gregory Isaacs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
David Bowie,
Aloha Tigers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lakeside,
Danielle Patucci,
Rites of Spring,
Bobby Womack,
Alison Limerick,
Blake Baxter,
The Toasters,
Subhumans,
John Coltrane,
Don Cherry,
Joensuu 1685,
Warren Ellis,
The Monochrome Set,
The Young Rascals,
The Zeros,
PIL,
Swell Maps,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
R.M.O.,
Nils Olav,
Lungfish,
X-Ray Spex,
Flash Fearless,
John Foxx,
The Beau Brummels,
ABC,
Kerri Chandler,
The Dave Clark Five,
Main Source,
Todd Terry,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wire,
Ronnie Foster,
KRS-One,
Lee Hazlewood,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.