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 Panama 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Gang Gang Dance to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Harry Pussy,
Althea and Donna,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deakin,
Todd Terry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Moleskins,
Stockholm Monsters,
cv313,
David McCallum,
Skaos,
Ken Boothe,
Roxy Music,
Hot Snakes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rosa Yemen,
Young Marble Giants,
The Real Kids,
Piero Umiliani,
Negative Approach,
Nick Fraelich,
Moss Icon,
Yazoo,
Mandrill,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sarah Menescal,
Cluster,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Television Personalities,
ABC,
OOIOO,
The Toasters,
The Tremeloes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Japan,
X-101,
Eurythmics,
Eric Copeland,
Monks,
Ituana,
Kaleidoscope,
Aloha Tigers,
The Durutti Column,
Robert Görl,
Patti Smith,
Letta Mbulu,
Joy Division,
Roxette,
The Electric Prunes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Public Enemy,
Pulsallama,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Babytalk,
Chrome,
Adolescents,
Bill Near,
Robert Hood,
Ronan,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.