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 Antigua and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator 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 Talk Talk to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
The Evens,
Maurizio,
Joe Finger,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ossler,
Buzzcocks,
Henry Cow,
Pet Shop Boys,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Moby Grape,
Boredoms,
PIL,
The Pretty Things,
Drexciya,
New Age Steppers,
Colin Newman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dave Gahan,
The Slits,
Scrapy,
The Fortunes,
Sight & Sound,
Robert Wyatt,
Depeche Mode,
Reagan Youth,
Joey Negro,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fela Kuti,
The Associates,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Black Dice,
JFA,
Althea and Donna,
Newcleus,
The Fall,
The Fugs,
Toni Rubio,
Gichy Dan,
Aaron Thompson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Barrington Levy,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Invisible,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Arthur Verocai,
China Crisis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roger Hodgson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Visage,
John Foxx,
The Vogues,
Yazoo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wasted Youth,
Stiv Bators,
Crash Course in Science,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.