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 Marshall Islands and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Todd Terry to the grime 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Gerry Rafferty,
Young Marble Giants,
Outsiders,
K-Klass,
Japan,
Carl Craig,
Lebanon Hanover,
Todd Rundgren,
Magma,
Swell Maps,
Shuggie Otis,
Chris & Cosey,
Gabor Szabo,
The New Christs,
Harmonia,
Alphaville,
AZ,
Nirvana,
Lou Christie,
The Residents,
Saccharine Trust,
Nico,
Roxette,
Pantaleimon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
These Immortal Souls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joy Division,
Dawn Penn,
Maurizio,
Mo-Dettes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
James White and The Blacks,
John Cale,
Janne Schatter,
Eric Copeland,
The Skatalites,
Alton Ellis,
Terry Callier,
David Bowie,
Ultravox,
Parry Music,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pet Shop Boys,
Popol Vuh,
FM Einheit,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Slave,
Matthew Halsall,
Matthew Bourne,
Anthony Braxton,
The Star Department,
Vladislav Delay,
Boredoms,
The Last Poets,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Aswad,
ABBA,
Bill Wells,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.