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 Costa Rica and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Roxette,
Y Pants,
Can,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Soft Cell,
Unwound,
Excepter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Faust,
Electric Prunes,
Godley & Creme,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Womack,
The Doobie Brothers,
Absolute Body Control,
Intrusion,
Lungfish,
Pussy Galore,
David Bowie,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
a-ha,
Judy Mowatt,
Lower 48,
Radiohead,
Wire,
The Residents,
The Fortunes,
Juan Atkins,
ABC,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pantaleimon,
Maurizio,
These Immortal Souls,
Cluster,
Howard Jones,
Drive Like Jehu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mantronix,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gang of Four,
Joensuu 1685,
DNA,
Smog,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Metal Thangz,
Groovy Waters,
Delta 5,
Slick Rick,
Blake Baxter,
Buzzcocks,
Talk Talk,
Skaos,
Yazoo,
Harmonia,
Suicide,
Liliput,
The Modern Lovers,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.