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 Morocco and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Yaz to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Tim Buckley,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Index,
Roxy Music,
Girls At Our Best!,
Intrusion,
Black Flag,
Radiohead,
Reuben Wilson,
The Five Americans,
Essential Logic,
John Foxx,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eddi Front,
Supertramp,
Joe Finger,
The Saints,
Underground Resistance,
Sight & Sound,
Franke,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Misunderstood,
the Sonics,
Todd Terry,
Ten City,
Michelle Simonal,
ABBA,
Eve St. Jones,
The Electric Prunes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joensuu 1685,
Neil Young,
Bill Near,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kaleidoscope,
Skriet,
FM Einheit,
Mission of Burma,
Whodini,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Invisible,
Skaos,
The Gladiators,
Roxette,
The Cure,
The Human League,
Althea and Donna,
Schoolly D,
Scientists,
The Selecter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bill Wells,
Charles Mingus,
Grey Daturas,
Model 500,
Peter & Gordon,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.