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 Australia and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Piero Umiliani to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Faraquet,
Eddi Front,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Robert Hood,
Sex Pistols,
Q and Not U,
Marc Almond,
Sexual Harrassment,
David Axelrod,
Procol Harum,
Minutemen,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Junior Murvin,
Funky Four + One,
Sound Behaviour,
Susan Cadogan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobby Sherman,
Donald Byrd,
The Fortunes,
Peter and Kerry,
Magma,
Mo-Dettes,
Moss Icon,
Bauhaus,
Talk Talk,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Grauzone,
Goldenarms,
Model 500,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Deadbeat,
Nick Fraelich,
Hasil Adkins,
the Human League,
Porter Ricks,
The Move,
Sight & Sound,
Nils Olav,
The Busters,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Slits,
Jimmy McGriff,
Blake Baxter,
Thompson Twins,
Sparks,
Zapp,
The Litter,
Motorama,
Stetsasonic,
Quando Quango,
Fad Gadget,
Whodini,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wolf Eyes,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.