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 Vietnam and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 China Crisis to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
The Beau Brummels,
Kool Moe Dee,
JFA,
X-102,
The Litter,
Grauzone,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Anakelly,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Davy DMX,
Delon & Dalcan,
Unwound,
Rhythm & Sound,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Standells,
Matthew Bourne,
Mandrill,
Scott Walker,
Minutemen,
the Human League,
The Barracudas,
Half Japanese,
The Star Department,
The Pretty Things,
Country Teasers,
Dave Gahan,
Yusef Lateef,
Technova,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Agent Orange,
Negative Approach,
X-Ray Spex,
Morten Harket,
Black Flag,
The Golliwogs,
Masters at Work,
John Cale,
Drexciya,
Camouflage,
Nik Kershaw,
The Blues Magoos,
Maurizio,
Swans,
Khruangbin,
John Holt,
Reuben Wilson,
ABBA,
Ossler,
A Certain Ratio,
Basic Channel,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jacques Brel,
The Durutti Column,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
10cc,
F. McDonald,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lungfish,
Dark Day,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.