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 San Marino and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Slackers,
MDC,
Roxy Music,
Minny Pops,
KRS-One,
In Retrospect,
Josef K,
This Heat,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Michelle Simonal,
Heaven 17,
Cameo,
Bob Dylan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Harmonia,
Liliput,
Depeche Mode,
Negative Approach,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marshall Jefferson,
Guru Guru,
a-ha,
Magazine,
OOIOO,
Black Moon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Vladislav Delay,
The Cramps,
Alton Ellis,
Blancmange,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Blues Magoos,
Sandy B,
Unrelated Segments,
Lyres,
Dead Boys,
The Monks,
Colin Newman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Interpol,
Crooked Eye,
Parry Music,
Yaz,
The Mojo Men,
The Fortunes,
Circle Jerks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Mo-Dettes,
Yazoo,
The Leaves,
Niagra,
Aaron Thompson,
cv313,
David Bowie,
The Modern Lovers,
Spandau Ballet,
The Doors,
E-Dancer,
Steve Hackett,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.