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 Lagos.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Whodini to the disco 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Gun Club,
Crooked Eye,
Ohio Players,
Patti Smith,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Niagra,
Darondo,
Erasure,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rekid,
The Knickerbockers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Second Layer,
The Pop Group,
The New Christs,
Eli Mardock,
Shuggie Otis,
Ultravox,
Cymande,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Saints,
Glambeats Corp.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roger Hodgson,
John Holt,
Duran Duran,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Quando Quango,
Echospace,
The Tremeloes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tubeway Army,
Matthew Halsall,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jandek,
Pussy Galore,
Kurtis Blow,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fuzztones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Beasts of Bourbon,
KRS-One,
Accadde A,
The Seeds,
Mantronix,
Nils Olav,
Magazine,
La Düsseldorf,
Avey Tare,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
June Days,
Sugar Minott,
Hasil Adkins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Michelle Simonal,
Morten Harket,
Fort Wilson Riot,
kango's stein massive,
Blancmange,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.