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 Greece and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare 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 The Alarm Clocks to the techno 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Chrome,
Tubeway Army,
T.S.O.L.,
Marvin Gaye,
The Raincoats,
The United States of America,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Wake,
Juan Atkins,
Tim Buckley,
Dead Boys,
Cybotron,
Joyce Sims,
The Music Machine,
Hoover,
Susan Cadogan,
Wasted Youth,
Moss Icon,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fire Engines,
Siglo XX,
Scrapy,
Easy Going,
Flash Fearless,
Scan 7,
Joy Division,
The Invisible,
The Motions,
Arthur Verocai,
Warren Ellis,
Roy Ayers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Michelle Simonal,
Arcadia,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Move,
Public Enemy,
Delta 5,
Danielle Patucci,
Kayak,
Royal Trux,
Mandrill,
Black Flag,
Grey Daturas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tears for Fears,
New York Dolls,
Vainqueur,
Slick Rick,
Camouflage,
John Lydon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Smog,
Deepchord,
The Count Five,
Skaos,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.