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 Portugal and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sam Rivers to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Isaac Hayes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Traffic Nightmare,
Magma,
Warsaw,
New Order,
10cc,
Boredoms,
Brick,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eddi Front,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kas Product,
Bluetip,
Heaven 17,
Neu!,
Subhumans,
Adolescents,
Eli Mardock,
Aswad,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
48th St. Collective,
Kerri Chandler,
Sällskapet,
The Smiths,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Leaves,
Reuben Wilson,
Tomorrow,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joe Finger,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Offenders,
Glambeats Corp.,
ABC,
The J.B.'s,
Aural Exciters,
Youth Brigade,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Lydon,
Make Up,
The Dead C,
The Selecter,
Swell Maps,
Skriet,
Byron Stingily,
Zapp,
Brass Construction,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roxette,
Sarah Menescal,
The Walker Brothers,
The Happenings,
Anthony Braxton,
Ten City,
The Busters,
Spandau Ballet,
Cymande,
Easy Going,
Gang Gang Dance,
Man Parrish,
New Age Steppers,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.