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 Azerbaijan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum 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 Lucky Dragons to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Amazonics,
Depeche Mode,
The Fugs,
Cheater Slicks,
Country Teasers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scratch Acid,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joy Division,
PIL,
Lalo Schifrin,
Darondo,
Animal Collective,
Steve Hackett,
Quando Quango,
Sam Rivers,
Sandy B,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Wake,
K-Klass,
Joe Finger,
Heaven 17,
Jeff Mills,
Von Mondo,
Eden Ahbez,
Monolake,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Guru Guru,
Sexual Harrassment,
Monks,
U.S. Maple,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Deepchord,
Fat Boys,
The Human League,
Leonard Cohen,
Ludus,
Subhumans,
Crash Course in Science,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Pretty Things,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marvin Gaye,
Eddi Front,
Sällskapet,
The Associates,
Whodini,
Anakelly,
Qualms,
Echospace,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rites of Spring,
The Monochrome Set,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Amon Düül II,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.