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 Lithuania and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb 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 Altered Images to the dance 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Symarip,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Average White Band,
Boredoms,
Guru Guru,
DJ Style,
John Lydon,
Adolescents,
Theoretical Girls,
Roxy Music,
Gang Starr,
Bobby Byrd,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cecil Taylor,
Vainqueur,
Morten Harket,
Kayak,
The Sound,
Scion,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dorothy Ashby,
Khruangbin,
The Techniques,
Wasted Youth,
DJ Sneak,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mantronix,
Matthew Halsall,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nils Olav,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lalann,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Monks,
The Dirtbombs,
The Leaves,
Pagans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sun Ra,
This Heat,
E-Dancer,
Barrington Levy,
AZ,
Technova,
MDC,
Gang Green,
The Gories,
The Gun Club,
Bill Near,
Harmonia,
Audionom,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Index,
The New Christs,
The Invisible,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.