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 Uganda and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Godley & Creme to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Quadrant,
Groovy Waters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Delon & Dalcan,
Reagan Youth,
The Stooges,
Yaz,
The Human League,
Flash Fearless,
The Moody Blues,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Newcleus,
The Martian,
Hoover,
Dead Boys,
Chris & Cosey,
The Last Poets,
Qualms,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bluetip,
Flipper,
Unrelated Segments,
Brand Nubian,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Severed Heads,
Gichy Dan,
New Order,
Erasure,
Eli Mardock,
Todd Rundgren,
The Offenders,
One Last Wish,
Funky Four + One,
Blossom Toes,
Sister Nancy,
Negative Approach,
Supertramp,
Livin' Joy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Grauzone,
Organ,
Henry Cow,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Blancmange,
T. Rex,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
X-102,
La Düsseldorf,
Motorama,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Idris Muhammad,
The Monochrome Set,
Lakeside,
Kas Product,
kango's stein massive,
Accadde A,
DJ Sneak,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.