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 Serbia and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin 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 E-Dancer to the rap 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Duran Duran,
Brand Nubian,
The Pretty Things,
Juan Atkins,
Cluster,
the Swans,
Grauzone,
The Dead C,
Electric Prunes,
June Days,
The Doors,
Toni Rubio,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Johnny Clarke,
The Sound,
Intrusion,
Con Funk Shun,
The Index,
The Beau Brummels,
Unwound,
Slick Rick,
The Golliwogs,
Tommy Roe,
Surgeon,
The Searchers,
The Velvet Underground,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
T.S.O.L.,
Scott Walker,
Derrick May,
Slave,
June of 44,
Lightning Bolt,
Fad Gadget,
John Cale,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Skatalites,
The Move,
Roger Hodgson,
Whodini,
The Fall,
One Last Wish,
F. McDonald,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
FM Einheit,
Bootsy Collins,
Danielle Patucci,
Agitation Free,
Scion,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Make Up,
Henry Cow,
Black Bananas,
Chris & Cosey,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Faust,
Basic Channel,
Joyce Sims,
Crime,
Yaz,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.