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 Ukraine and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Black Sheep to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
The Dave Clark Five,
Brick,
The Divine Comedy,
The Smiths,
Chris & Cosey,
Iggy Pop,
Funkadelic,
Rufus Thomas,
Traffic Nightmare,
Buzzcocks,
Sällskapet,
The Fugs,
Mandrill,
Matthew Halsall,
The Neon Judgement,
The Litter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sixth Finger,
Brand Nubian,
Visage,
Depeche Mode,
Bush Tetras,
Hot Snakes,
Shoche,
Arab on Radar,
the Soft Cell,
Sight & Sound,
Fat Boys,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
a-ha,
Avey Tare,
Hoover,
The Music Machine,
Ultravox,
In Retrospect,
Amazonics,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Bananas,
Bill Near,
The Black Dice,
Supertramp,
The Mummies,
The Fuzztones,
The Mojo Men,
The Toasters,
The Human League,
Jacob Miller,
Lungfish,
the Association,
Ronan,
Unwound,
Todd Rundgren,
John Coltrane,
The Golliwogs,
K-Klass,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Boogie Down Productions,
Whodini,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.