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 Denmark and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
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 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 The Fall to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Altered Images,
cv313,
China Crisis,
Joyce Sims,
Surgeon,
Nils Olav,
Kayak,
The Electric Prunes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Magma,
Jeff Lynne,
Gichy Dan,
Josef K,
Soft Cell,
Cluster,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
R.M.O.,
Roxy Music,
Suburban Knight,
Minnie Riperton,
Niagra,
Kevin Saunderson,
E-Dancer,
Arcadia,
Eric Copeland,
Parry Music,
L. Decosne,
The Young Rascals,
The Sound,
Lungfish,
The Zeros,
Unwound,
The Trojans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Piero Umiliani,
The Moody Blues,
Alton Ellis,
La Düsseldorf,
Public Enemy,
Harry Pussy,
Scott Walker,
Ice-T,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Qualms,
Lou Christie,
Morten Harket,
Man Parrish,
Buzzcocks,
the Human League,
F. McDonald,
Boogie Down Productions,
Duran Duran,
Albert Ayler,
Maleditus Sound,
Porter Ricks,
John Cale,
Bobby Womack,
Radio Birdman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Cowsills,
The Neon Judgement,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.