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 Oman and from Accra.
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 London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 8 Eyed Spy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Marmalade,
Connie Case,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fugazi,
Theoretical Girls,
OOIOO,
Bluetip,
Jeff Mills,
Scion,
Moss Icon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joe Finger,
The Young Rascals,
MC5,
Index,
X-101,
U.S. Maple,
The Human League,
Unrelated Segments,
Alton Ellis,
The Cure,
Morten Harket,
The Trojans,
T. Rex,
Section 25,
Echospace,
The Associates,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Grey Daturas,
The Birthday Party,
Barbara Tucker,
Drive Like Jehu,
June of 44,
Jimmy McGriff,
Intrusion,
One Last Wish,
Smog,
Aaron Thompson,
Sällskapet,
Average White Band,
Television,
Ultra Naté,
Infiniti,
Max Romeo,
Essential Logic,
Q65,
B.T. Express,
Buzzcocks,
Freddie Wadling,
The Slackers,
Tubeway Army,
The Sound,
Franke,
Monolake,
Bobby Womack,
The Mummies,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gabor Szabo,
The Durutti Column,
Sarah Menescal,
The Moody Blues,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.