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 Venezuela and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord 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 Delon & Dalcan to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Cale,
Anakelly,
Ultravox,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Pretty Things,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tears for Fears,
Crooked Eye,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Vainqueur,
The Litter,
Rufus Thomas,
Laurel Aitken,
Alphaville,
Public Image Ltd.,
Davy DMX,
Harmonia,
Shuggie Otis,
Chris & Cosey,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sparks,
Matthew Halsall,
The Techniques,
Joy Division,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kurtis Blow,
Byron Stingily,
Eve St. Jones,
The Cure,
Fear,
Newcleus,
The Young Rascals,
Jimmy McGriff,
Simply Red,
The Seeds,
The Detroit Cobras,
Oblivians,
Lakeside,
Porter Ricks,
The Dead C,
Funky Four + One,
The Moleskins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Remains,
Japan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roxette,
Iggy Pop,
D'Angelo,
Fat Boys,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Moby Grape,
Alice Coltrane,
Peter & Gordon,
Slick Rick,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.