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 Guinea and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Essential Logic to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Tomorrow,
The New Christs,
Steve Hackett,
Cheater Slicks,
Television Personalities,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Wake,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minutemen,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Chris Corsano,
Tom Boy,
The Durutti Column,
the Bar-Kays,
Connie Case,
Cameo,
Sällskapet,
Bronski Beat,
Shoche,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Raincoats,
Pantytec,
This Heat,
Aswad,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Susan Cadogan,
Monks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
New York Dolls,
Audionom,
Godley & Creme,
The Martian,
The Saints,
Johnny Clarke,
Letta Mbulu,
Pere Ubu,
Zero Boys,
Peter & Gordon,
The Moody Blues,
The Vogues,
Monolake,
The Fortunes,
Maleditus Sound,
Niagra,
AZ,
John Lydon,
Ornette Coleman,
Howard Jones,
Carl Craig,
Rites of Spring,
Scott Walker,
The Pop Group,
Neu!,
Lalann,
Arab on Radar,
Lakeside,
Roxette,
Ludus,
Ituana,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.