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 Guinea and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer 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 Half Japanese to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
The United States of America,
Peter and Kerry,
Moss Icon,
Index,
Scott Walker,
Bush Tetras,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Magazine,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
June Days,
Kool Moe Dee,
Organ,
Moebius,
Metal Thangz,
Rites of Spring,
The Standells,
Bauhaus,
Stiv Bators,
Depeche Mode,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Chris Corsano,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Iggy Pop,
Johnny Osbourne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Goldenarms,
Icehouse,
Brand Nubian,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wasted Youth,
The Gladiators,
Barrington Levy,
David Bowie,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Sheep,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Delta 5,
Sandy B,
Darondo,
Panda Bear,
Gong,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Smiths,
Henry Cow,
Aloha Tigers,
Niagra,
Deepchord,
DJ Style,
Japan,
Tom Boy,
Altered Images,
The Black Dice,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eric Copeland,
The Durutti Column,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fear,
Brass Construction,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Dave Clark Five,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.