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 Dominican Republic and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro 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 The Slackers 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Livin' Joy,
The Star Department,
The Fuzztones,
Slick Rick,
The Sound,
Cal Tjader,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sparks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wolf Eyes,
Faraquet,
Tomorrow,
Royal Trux,
The Electric Prunes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gil Scott Heron,
Quantec,
The Pretty Things,
Lower 48,
Minny Pops,
Loose Ends,
Yaz,
Swell Maps,
Big Daddy Kane,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Leaves,
Crime,
Cheater Slicks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
H. Thieme,
The Slackers,
Depeche Mode,
Aloha Tigers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gregory Isaacs,
The New Christs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Erykah Badu,
Heaven 17,
John Lydon,
Graham Central Station,
Severed Heads,
Barry Ungar,
Deakin,
Kool Moe Dee,
Blake Baxter,
Talk Talk,
Peter and Kerry,
Lungfish,
the Soft Cell,
Das Ding,
The Cramps,
David Axelrod,
Sex Pistols,
Bizarre Inc.,
Altered Images,
The Happenings,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.