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 Bangladesh and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron 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 Soft Cell to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Pylon,
Visage,
These Immortal Souls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Boredoms,
Minnie Riperton,
The Kinks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Franke,
Reuben Wilson,
Ultra Naté,
The Invisible,
Essential Logic,
CMW,
The J.B.'s,
The Music Machine,
Icehouse,
Television,
Cal Tjader,
Brick,
Glambeats Corp.,
Youth Brigade,
Black Bananas,
Anakelly,
Davy DMX,
Easy Going,
Mark Hollis,
Flipper,
David McCallum,
Monks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Tremeloes,
Hoover,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
F. McDonald,
Unwound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Foxx,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Sonics,
This Heat,
D'Angelo,
The Count Five,
Camouflage,
The Monochrome Set,
The Neon Judgement,
World's Most,
Yazoo,
Goldenarms,
Erasure,
Popol Vuh,
The Gap Band,
Accadde A,
One Last Wish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Au Pairs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Inner City,
Joe Finger,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.