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 Taiwan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 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 Tears for Fears to the grime 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Mandrill,
Black Moon,
Section 25,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Angry Samoans,
Nick Fraelich,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Blues Magoos,
David Axelrod,
Shuggie Otis,
Sister Nancy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Khruangbin,
Scientists,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roxy Music,
Deadbeat,
The Fall,
Ossler,
Idris Muhammad,
Motorama,
8 Eyed Spy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pantaleimon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Newcleus,
Massinfluence,
These Immortal Souls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Altered Images,
Eden Ahbez,
Technova,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Amon Düül II,
Letta Mbulu,
Mars,
John Foxx,
Basic Channel,
Mantronix,
Depeche Mode,
Howard Jones,
The Slits,
Minnie Riperton,
Minutemen,
Sound Behaviour,
Carl Craig,
K-Klass,
The Offenders,
The Beau Brummels,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marmalade,
Chris & Cosey,
Anakelly,
The Fuzztones,
Masters at Work,
Joy Division,
The Techniques,
Bill Wells,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.