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 Accra.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Hashim to the grunge 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
The Searchers,
The Associates,
Desert Stars,
X-Ray Spex,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Chris & Cosey,
B.T. Express,
Thee Headcoats,
Connie Case,
Maurizio,
Lalann,
Mantronix,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Young Rascals,
Aural Exciters,
Television,
Harmonia,
Heaven 17,
Dead Boys,
Oneida,
Sam Rivers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Silicon Teens,
Marvin Gaye,
Anthony Braxton,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Standells,
John Cale,
X-101,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stetsasonic,
Pylon,
Erasure,
Buzzcocks,
ABC,
Howard Jones,
Godley & Creme,
The Black Dice,
The Dead C,
Tom Boy,
Unwound,
Lucky Dragons,
Wasted Youth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ultra Naté,
Lindisfarne,
Arab on Radar,
Echospace,
Magazine,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Soft Cell,
Ituana,
Hot Snakes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Letta Mbulu,
Liliput,
The Remains,
Alison Limerick,
Whodini,
Rites of Spring,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Saints,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.