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 Ireland and from Delhi.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Depeche Mode to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
The Standells,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tears for Fears,
Bobbi Humphrey,
James White and The Blacks,
Idris Muhammad,
Maurizio,
Black Sheep,
Audionom,
Peter and Kerry,
a-ha,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kas Product,
The Smiths,
Bluetip,
Scan 7,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Echospace,
New Order,
Junior Murvin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Outsiders,
The Electric Prunes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Schoolly D,
Lindisfarne,
The Busters,
Von Mondo,
Al Stewart,
U.S. Maple,
Mars,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sound Behaviour,
Brothers Johnson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Barbara Tucker,
Jandek,
Zero Boys,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soul II Soul,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Wake,
La Düsseldorf,
Magma,
The Human League,
Mr. Review,
Cymande,
Duran Duran,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Bananas,
Soft Machine,
Isaac Hayes,
Ludus,
Slave,
Harmonia,
Lee Hazlewood,
Los Fastidios,
JFA,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
This Heat,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.