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 St Lucia and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Angry Samoans to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
John Foxx,
Todd Terry,
Sun Ra,
Television Personalities,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Barry Ungar,
Funkadelic,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dave Gahan,
Rakim,
Little Man,
Swell Maps,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jawbox,
Liliput,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rites of Spring,
Wasted Youth,
Sun City Girls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bronski Beat,
Essential Logic,
The Five Americans,
The Cramps,
Urselle,
Black Moon,
The Gladiators,
Howard Jones,
Roger Hodgson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Anakelly,
Deepchord,
The Evens,
Mission of Burma,
Y Pants,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Heaven 17,
Soulsonic Force,
H. Thieme,
The Velvet Underground,
Tubeway Army,
Kerrie Biddell,
AZ,
Ice-T,
Radiohead,
The Knickerbockers,
Sparks,
Royal Trux,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pole,
The New Christs,
Hot Snakes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Electric Prunes,
Gang Starr,
T. Rex,
Mantronix,
Stereo Dub,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.