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 Luxembourg and from Spokane.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes 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 Kurtis Blow to the electroclash 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Trumans Water,
The Standells,
Babytalk,
Idris Muhammad,
cv313,
Technova,
Goldenarms,
Bush Tetras,
Donny Hathaway,
Mr. Review,
R.M.O.,
The Mojo Men,
CMW,
Rakim,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Grauzone,
Dave Gahan,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Motions,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Grandmaster Flash,
Saccharine Trust,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Evens,
Intrusion,
Flamin' Groovies,
Peter & Gordon,
Thee Headcoats,
KRS-One,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Sonics,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hasil Adkins,
Angry Samoans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Depeche Mode,
Faust,
La Düsseldorf,
Young Marble Giants,
The New Christs,
The Moody Blues,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fluxion,
Oneida,
Crooked Eye,
Prince Buster,
The Golliwogs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Anakelly,
This Heat,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Swans,
Sonic Youth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Negative Approach,
Peter and Kerry,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roxy Music,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.