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 Kosovo and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 kango's stein massive to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pantytec,
Lightning Bolt,
Maleditus Sound,
Echospace,
June of 44,
Isaac Hayes,
Donald Byrd,
Hashim,
Y Pants,
Deadbeat,
The Names,
The Divine Comedy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sex Pistols,
The Electric Prunes,
The Dirtbombs,
Carl Craig,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tres Demented,
the Germs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Youth Brigade,
Dawn Penn,
the Human League,
Can,
Arab on Radar,
Bad Manners,
Rapeman,
Sonic Youth,
Skriet,
Soulsonic Force,
Rites of Spring,
Das Ding,
Scratch Acid,
Spandau Ballet,
Ten City,
The Birthday Party,
Pole,
The Beau Brummels,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bang On A Can,
Bauhaus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fat Boys,
Joy Division,
Kayak,
Make Up,
Theoretical Girls,
Japan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Blancmange,
X-101,
X-102,
Angry Samoans,
Second Layer,
Babytalk,
Television Personalities,
Thompson Twins,
Lou Reed,
Nick Fraelich,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.