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 Iran and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Donny Hathaway 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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Dark Day,
Henry Cow,
The Monochrome Set,
Aural Exciters,
The Young Rascals,
Susan Cadogan,
Nik Kershaw,
Thompson Twins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Guru Guru,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pulsallama,
Easy Going,
Sarah Menescal,
Simply Red,
Saccharine Trust,
Tres Demented,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Visage,
London Community Gospel Choir,
New York Dolls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Stetsasonic,
Lower 48,
Negative Approach,
Flamin' Groovies,
Goldenarms,
the Swans,
E-Dancer,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Star Department,
Ultra Naté,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
X-Ray Spex,
David Axelrod,
Lou Reed,
Cecil Taylor,
Althea and Donna,
Joe Finger,
Zero Boys,
This Heat,
Fluxion,
Vainqueur,
Joe Smooth,
a-ha,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Los Fastidios,
The Happenings,
Unrelated Segments,
Kas Product,
Arthur Verocai,
Hashim,
Godley & Creme,
The Monks,
Mandrill,
Rhythm & Sound,
Johnny Osbourne,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.