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 Edmonton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 DJ Sneak to the rock 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alison Limerick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Joensuu 1685,
Panda Bear,
Tears for Fears,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
R.M.O.,
The Mummies,
This Heat,
Trumans Water,
Pulsallama,
Barry Ungar,
Marmalade,
Dave Gahan,
Lightning Bolt,
The Dead C,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Malaria!,
Cluster,
Monolake,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rites of Spring,
Japan,
Rod Modell,
Warsaw,
Amon Düül II,
The Fuzztones,
Minnie Riperton,
Roxy Music,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Visage,
Pussy Galore,
Quando Quango,
Shuggie Otis,
Quantec,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
F. McDonald,
Eurythmics,
Schoolly D,
Brothers Johnson,
the Association,
Royal Trux,
MC5,
Scion,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bob Dylan,
Second Layer,
Livin' Joy,
World's Most,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mr. Review,
Parry Music,
Soft Machine,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Glenn Branca,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Fania All-Stars,
Yazoo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Reagan Youth,
Excepter,
Scientists,
Cheater Slicks,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.