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 Chile and from Sao Paulo.
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 Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Hoover to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
The United States of America,
The Star Department,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Human League,
Public Image Ltd.,
Los Fastidios,
Suicide,
John Foxx,
E-Dancer,
the Normal,
Skaos,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Grass Roots,
The Moody Blues,
Mark Hollis,
Freddie Wadling,
Gong,
Anakelly,
Livin' Joy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eric Copeland,
Cluster,
Pantytec,
The Buckinghams,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rites of Spring,
Vainqueur,
The Golliwogs,
Sparks,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Monochrome Set,
Sunsets and Hearts,
These Immortal Souls,
Technova,
Essential Logic,
Television Personalities,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sandy B,
Lightning Bolt,
Prince Buster,
48th St. Collective,
Panda Bear,
The Last Poets,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bill Near,
Bill Wells,
Ultra Naté,
Eric B and Rakim,
Toni Rubio,
Pylon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Derrick May,
Henry Cow,
The Busters,
Malaria!,
Organ,
The Angels of Light,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.