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 Kosovo and from Hong Kong.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in 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 Unwound to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Accadde A,
Sandy B,
Ornette Coleman,
Colin Newman,
Donny Hathaway,
Henry Cow,
Heaven 17,
Flipper,
Harry Pussy,
ABBA,
Lungfish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Malaria!,
the Slits,
Alphaville,
Goldenarms,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Blancmange,
Loose Ends,
Arcadia,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Spoonie Gee,
Jeff Mills,
The Move,
The Kinks,
Moebius,
Radiohead,
Eric Dolphy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kurtis Blow,
John Cale,
Bill Wells,
Funky Four + One,
Rapeman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Metal Thangz,
Depeche Mode,
Pagans,
Q and Not U,
Lou Reed,
Soul II Soul,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Modern Lovers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Schoolly D,
Supertramp,
the Soft Cell,
Thompson Twins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mantronix,
The Black Dice,
LL Cool J,
Dave Gahan,
Japan,
Lalo Schifrin,
48th St. Collective,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Techniques,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.