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 Switzerland and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Infiniti to the dance 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
D'Angelo,
Marine Girls,
New York Dolls,
Magazine,
Darondo,
Joe Finger,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
X-Ray Spex,
Lindisfarne,
Radiopuhelimet,
CMW,
Brick,
Intrusion,
Tom Boy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rosa Yemen,
Leonard Cohen,
The Velvet Underground,
Supertramp,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Walker Brothers,
Vladislav Delay,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Flag,
Minnie Riperton,
The Mojo Men,
The Leaves,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lightning Bolt,
Flipper,
Bobby Womack,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Bar-Kays,
Altered Images,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The J.B.'s,
Lower 48,
Quadrant,
Suburban Knight,
Roxette,
Roy Ayers,
Hoover,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Blossom Toes,
The United States of America,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Interpol,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cameo,
Dead Boys,
Gichy Dan,
Arthur Verocai,
Delon & Dalcan,
In Retrospect,
Moss Icon,
Tomorrow,
Pylon,
Sparks,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.