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 Tajikistan and from New York.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Gun Club to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Alton Ellis,
The Trojans,
Bill Near,
Roger Hodgson,
T. Rex,
Faust,
Bronski Beat,
DJ Sneak,
Rites of Spring,
Chris Corsano,
AZ,
Sun City Girls,
Urselle,
Scion,
Iggy Pop,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Yellowson,
Warren Ellis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cheater Slicks,
Althea and Donna,
The Smoke,
R.M.O.,
The Vogues,
Suicide,
The Gladiators,
Eli Mardock,
Fela Kuti,
The Sonics,
Drive Like Jehu,
Shoche,
Sarah Menescal,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mo-Dettes,
Fad Gadget,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Standells,
Audionom,
Soul Sonic Force,
Heaven 17,
Kerrie Biddell,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
In Retrospect,
Magazine,
The Victims,
Sight & Sound,
Cluster,
Matthew Halsall,
Young Marble Giants,
Rakim,
Freddie Wadling,
Todd Rundgren,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Arcadia,
Nirvana,
Ludus,
Erykah Badu,
Guru Guru,
Peter & Gordon,
Subhumans,
Talk Talk,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.