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 Lebanon and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Interpol to the crunk 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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Marc Almond,
L. Decosne,
Black Flag,
Nik Kershaw,
Moby Grape,
Eurythmics,
Soul II Soul,
EPMD,
Soul Sonic Force,
Todd Rundgren,
Subhumans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Malaria!,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Connie Case,
Godley & Creme,
Minor Threat,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
La Düsseldorf,
Laurel Aitken,
Camberwell Now,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mark Hollis,
Radio Birdman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Inner City,
Alison Limerick,
KRS-One,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
E-Dancer,
Davy DMX,
Agent Orange,
The Blackbyrds,
Q65,
Lou Christie,
Clear Light,
Matthew Bourne,
Q and Not U,
Kevin Saunderson,
In Retrospect,
Derrick May,
the Normal,
Severed Heads,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fuzztones,
Frankie Knuckles,
Depeche Mode,
Skriet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Brothers Johnson,
Aural Exciters,
Max Romeo,
Gang Starr,
John Foxx,
Duran Duran,
Hasil Adkins,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.