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 Turkmenistan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Sexual Harrassment to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Loose Ends,
Gil Scott Heron,
Outsiders,
K-Klass,
Prince Buster,
Robert Görl,
Avey Tare,
The Human League,
X-102,
Wasted Youth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soul Sonic Force,
UT,
X-101,
The Move,
The Sound,
Yazoo,
The Blackbyrds,
Terry Callier,
Donald Byrd,
The New Christs,
John Cale,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cal Tjader,
Tim Buckley,
Stereo Dub,
Archie Shepp,
D'Angelo,
The Star Department,
The Evens,
Reagan Youth,
Hashim,
Toni Rubio,
Make Up,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Electric Prunes,
cv313,
Index,
Robert Wyatt,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Duran Duran,
Alphaville,
Barbara Tucker,
Bootsy Collins,
Los Fastidios,
Bill Wells,
The Smiths,
The Skatalites,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Parry Music,
Agent Orange,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cybotron,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Motorama,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Malaria!,
The Fall,
Pere Ubu,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.