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 Mauritius 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb 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 These Immortal Souls to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Sixth Finger,
Deakin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Guru Guru,
Theoretical Girls,
Ohio Players,
Kaleidoscope,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crime,
Animal Collective,
Electric Prunes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Dirtbombs,
Japan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Magma,
The Doors,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
La Düsseldorf,
Talk Talk,
Mandrill,
Crash Course in Science,
Kevin Saunderson,
Los Fastidios,
Fat Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Qualms,
Buzzcocks,
Khruangbin,
The Evens,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wasted Youth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marvin Gaye,
Duran Duran,
Sonic Youth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Von Mondo,
The Leaves,
Whodini,
Anakelly,
The Saints,
Sam Rivers,
AZ,
Negative Approach,
Avey Tare,
E-Dancer,
One Last Wish,
Michelle Simonal,
Amazonics,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Monks,
the Human League,
The Vogues,
The Trojans,
Radiohead,
Morten Harket,
OOIOO,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.