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 Fiji and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pantaleimon 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Mighty Diamonds,
F. McDonald,
Tomorrow,
Terry Callier,
Dennis Brown,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Suburban Knight,
Technova,
Joyce Sims,
Tropical Tobacco,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Blackbyrds,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lalo Schifrin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Peter & Gordon,
Ten City,
The American Breed,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Connie Case,
Qualms,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Happenings,
Reagan Youth,
Altered Images,
Roxy Music,
Gregory Isaacs,
Q and Not U,
Cymande,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wolf Eyes,
Donny Hathaway,
Flash Fearless,
The Electric Prunes,
Junior Murvin,
Vainqueur,
Gang of Four,
Ossler,
The Neon Judgement,
Newcleus,
The Slits,
DJ Sneak,
Mr. Review,
The Saints,
E-Dancer,
Soulsonic Force,
Byron Stingily,
Pagans,
Prince Buster,
Roxette,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gang Gang Dance,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Avey Tare,
Kerri Chandler,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mandrill,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Simply Red,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.