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 Nauru 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the 808 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 Lungfish to the dance 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
John Holt,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Schoolly D,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roxy Music,
The Black Dice,
Symarip,
T.S.O.L.,
In Retrospect,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Sheep,
Grauzone,
FM Einheit,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Popol Vuh,
Von Mondo,
H. Thieme,
Crash Course in Science,
Sixth Finger,
UT,
Tomorrow,
Massinfluence,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Neil Young,
the Soft Cell,
Los Fastidios,
B.T. Express,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Human League,
The Monks,
Letta Mbulu,
Ohio Players,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Red Krayola,
Tres Demented,
Livin' Joy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Monochrome Set,
the Germs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tommy Roe,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bill Near,
The New Christs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gabor Szabo,
Fad Gadget,
Jeff Mills,
Flamin' Groovies,
Connie Case,
Gang of Four,
Prince Buster,
Mars,
The Zeros,
DJ Style,
Urselle,
The Cramps,
Pierre Henry,
Stetsasonic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Shuggie Otis,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.