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 Iceland and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Freddie Wadling to the disco 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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Albert Ayler,
Gichy Dan,
Iggy Pop,
Throbbing Gristle,
The United States of America,
Audionom,
Todd Terry,
Essential Logic,
Grauzone,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Susan Cadogan,
The Motions,
A Certain Ratio,
Wire,
Average White Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
China Crisis,
Kaleidoscope,
Jeff Mills,
Kas Product,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Theoretical Girls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Human League,
Radiohead,
The Gladiators,
Duran Duran,
Fluxion,
Grandmaster Flash,
UT,
Masters at Work,
Johnny Clarke,
DJ Style,
The Raincoats,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Reuben Wilson,
Tim Buckley,
Lalo Schifrin,
Moss Icon,
The New Christs,
Patti Smith,
The Beau Brummels,
DNA,
Eric Dolphy,
Pussy Galore,
The Walker Brothers,
The Durutti Column,
Babytalk,
Tubeway Army,
Donald Byrd,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
James White and The Blacks,
Inner City,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Litter,
The Cramps,
Janne Schatter,
Rufus Thomas,
F. McDonald,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.