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 Brazil and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar 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 Laurel Aitken to the grime 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
UT,
Visage,
Organ,
Tears for Fears,
The Grass Roots,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tres Demented,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobby Sherman,
Das Ding,
Monolake,
Derrick Morgan,
Cymande,
Lightning Bolt,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Electric Prunes,
Fear,
The Invisible,
CMW,
Black Pus,
H. Thieme,
JFA,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Stooges,
Andrew Hill,
Marine Girls,
Jerry's Kids,
The Doors,
D'Angelo,
Kenny Larkin,
Accadde A,
Scion,
Alphaville,
Blossom Toes,
Crash Course in Science,
Henry Cow,
Dark Day,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Qualms,
The Birthday Party,
Clear Light,
Cheater Slicks,
Iggy Pop,
The Cowsills,
Basic Channel,
John Foxx,
Juan Atkins,
AZ,
Laurel Aitken,
Scientists,
Ossler,
June Days,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Minnie Riperton,
T. Rex,
The Gories,
The Standells,
Curtis Mayfield,
Letta Mbulu,
Yaz,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.