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 Slovenia and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Birthday Party to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Stiv Bators,
Interpol,
Amon Düül II,
Organ,
The Move,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Bananas,
Eddi Front,
Terry Callier,
Lebanon Hanover,
Essential Logic,
Sun City Girls,
Roy Ayers,
Pere Ubu,
Funkadelic,
the Soft Cell,
Kaleidoscope,
Inner City,
Faust,
The Monochrome Set,
Janne Schatter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Holt,
Rakim,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kool Moe Dee,
Juan Atkins,
The Techniques,
Sandy B,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dual Sessions,
Sugar Minott,
Skarface,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Alison Limerick,
Fad Gadget,
Procol Harum,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Agent Orange,
Dawn Penn,
Morten Harket,
Stockholm Monsters,
Don Cherry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Names,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Suburban Knight,
Matthew Halsall,
Soft Cell,
Con Funk Shun,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crispy Ambulance,
R.M.O.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nas,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Slits,
Darondo,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.