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 Barbados and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer 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 CMW to the grime 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Letta Mbulu,
Skarface,
Television Personalities,
The Fall,
The Black Dice,
The Knickerbockers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Massinfluence,
Ponytail,
cv313,
Sister Nancy,
Eric Copeland,
Schoolly D,
The Gap Band,
Country Teasers,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Bananas,
Heaven 17,
Sam Rivers,
Tim Buckley,
The Last Poets,
Cameo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dennis Brown,
New York Dolls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kenny Larkin,
Brand Nubian,
Mr. Review,
Roxette,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Excepter,
Yazoo,
Roger Hodgson,
Mark Hollis,
Derrick Morgan,
The Velvet Underground,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Spandau Ballet,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Misunderstood,
The Human League,
The Five Americans,
Danielle Patucci,
Lightning Bolt,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scan 7,
Sight & Sound,
The Cramps,
Todd Terry,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobby Byrd,
Young Marble Giants,
Traffic Nightmare,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fela Kuti,
The Angels of Light,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.