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 India and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the dance 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Smiths,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Count Five,
Don Cherry,
Crispian St. Peters,
Underground Resistance,
X-102,
Kas Product,
Joe Finger,
U.S. Maple,
The Fall,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Angels of Light,
Glenn Branca,
Schoolly D,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Raincoats,
Symarip,
Soul II Soul,
The Electric Prunes,
The Barracudas,
Altered Images,
Camberwell Now,
The Dirtbombs,
Pagans,
The American Breed,
The Fire Engines,
Joe Smooth,
The Misunderstood,
Vainqueur,
June Days,
Pulsallama,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Standells,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Charles Mingus,
Eli Mardock,
Tom Boy,
Tubeway Army,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Suburban Knight,
Depeche Mode,
Agent Orange,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Donald Byrd,
UT,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ultra Naté,
Duran Duran,
Wire,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Judy Mowatt,
Technova,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lalann,
Funkadelic,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.