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 Bolivia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Holger Czukay 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 Thee Headcoats to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Jandek,
Mantronix,
Peter and Kerry,
Danielle Patucci,
Patti Smith,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Electric Prunes,
Zero Boys,
Babytalk,
JFA,
Au Pairs,
Qualms,
Cheater Slicks,
The Knickerbockers,
Bad Manners,
The Index,
Tommy Roe,
John Holt,
The Fire Engines,
Monolake,
Mo-Dettes,
The Five Americans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
A Certain Ratio,
The Smoke,
Y Pants,
The Searchers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Happenings,
Cameo,
Godley & Creme,
Bill Wells,
Reuben Wilson,
Camberwell Now,
Eli Mardock,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Deadbeat,
Robert Hood,
Alphaville,
Eden Ahbez,
Swell Maps,
Whodini,
Oneida,
Dorothy Ashby,
Chris & Cosey,
Drexciya,
Dead Boys,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
OOIOO,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Johnny Osbourne,
Henry Cow,
Erykah Badu,
The Smiths,
Heaven 17,
The Moleskins,
Main Source,
DJ Sneak,
The Divine Comedy,
Desert Stars,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.