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 Andorra and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the electroclash 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Byron Stingily,
the Human League,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dave Gahan,
Robert Wyatt,
Mantronix,
Accadde A,
Inner City,
The Selecter,
June of 44,
Bang On A Can,
Niagra,
Moss Icon,
Moby Grape,
Ohio Players,
Scientists,
PIL,
Ice-T,
Howard Jones,
Judy Mowatt,
Arcadia,
Fat Boys,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hashim,
Infiniti,
Flipper,
Arab on Radar,
Average White Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Pretty Things,
Maurizio,
The Count Five,
CMW,
The Human League,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Invisible,
Gastr Del Sol,
Colin Newman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cybotron,
The Star Department,
The Wake,
Duran Duran,
Avey Tare,
Suicide,
DNA,
New Order,
The Residents,
Agitation Free,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mary Jane Girls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lyres,
Delta 5,
Tropical Tobacco,
Siglo XX,
Half Japanese,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Germs,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.