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 Monaco and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 Camberwell Now to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soulsonic Force,
Peter & Gordon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ten City,
Alphaville,
Half Japanese,
Junior Murvin,
Symarip,
Pole,
Oblivians,
Sällskapet,
Mars,
Circle Jerks,
Wally Richardson,
David Bowie,
The Gap Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nick Fraelich,
Lyres,
Camouflage,
Barbara Tucker,
Dennis Brown,
Shoche,
AZ,
Depeche Mode,
Pussy Galore,
Eric B and Rakim,
Easy Going,
New York Dolls,
the Slits,
A Flock of Seagulls,
X-101,
the Human League,
DJ Sneak,
Chris Corsano,
Stereo Dub,
kango's stein massive,
The Techniques,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Model 500,
The Trojans,
Quantec,
Barclay James Harvest,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fugazi,
Section 25,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Niagra,
Kaleidoscope,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Derrick May,
Swell Maps,
Smog,
Kayak,
The Raincoats,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Patti Smith,
The Cowsills,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.