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 United States and from Halifax.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
The Fall,
Kerri Chandler,
Marvin Gaye,
Sonic Youth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Dave Clark Five,
Underground Resistance,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sällskapet,
KRS-One,
The Selecter,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Tremeloes,
June of 44,
The Dead C,
Maurizio,
The Durutti Column,
CMW,
The Busters,
MC5,
Grauzone,
The Stooges,
Warsaw,
Reagan Youth,
Harpers Bizarre,
Model 500,
Girls At Our Best!,
Howard Jones,
Banda Bassotti,
Moebius,
Minutemen,
The Young Rascals,
Saccharine Trust,
Stockholm Monsters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Offenders,
New Order,
Lee Hazlewood,
Accadde A,
Section 25,
K-Klass,
Fear,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wally Richardson,
Unrelated Segments,
Dorothy Ashby,
Colin Newman,
Siglo XX,
Matthew Halsall,
Erykah Badu,
Vladislav Delay,
Cybotron,
Pet Shop Boys,
Spoonie Gee,
China Crisis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Grass Roots,
The Shadows of Knight,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Technova,
Johnny Clarke,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.