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 Ivory Coast and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron 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 The Smoke to the rap 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Technova,
Yazoo,
John Foxx,
the Slits,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bill Wells,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fire Engines,
Donald Byrd,
The Gap Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Banda Bassotti,
Tres Demented,
Lou Christie,
Prince Buster,
Mission of Burma,
Delta 5,
Oblivians,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wire,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nico,
Pulsallama,
Yellowson,
The Victims,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Alton Ellis,
The Neon Judgement,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pantaleimon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Human League,
Television,
The Modern Lovers,
Todd Terry,
Basic Channel,
Whodini,
Lindisfarne,
Arthur Verocai,
Stockholm Monsters,
Warsaw,
Rufus Thomas,
Anakelly,
Niagra,
Brick,
The Kinks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rosa Yemen,
Ronnie Foster,
Idris Muhammad,
Jawbox,
T. Rex,
Davy DMX,
John Holt,
Funky Four + One,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Count Five,
Vainqueur,
The Real Kids,
The Last Poets,
Yaz,
the Soft Cell,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.