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 Cameroon and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Marine Girls to the funk 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Tomorrow,
Juan Atkins,
Lindisfarne,
Excepter,
The Real Kids,
Soft Cell,
Harry Pussy,
The New Christs,
Cybotron,
Colin Newman,
Thompson Twins,
In Retrospect,
The Mummies,
Smog,
The Names,
Sixth Finger,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Pretty Things,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jesper Dahlback,
Unwound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eurythmics,
Darondo,
Bobby Byrd,
Model 500,
The Wake,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Yazoo,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roy Ayers,
Wally Richardson,
The Electric Prunes,
Joyce Sims,
Deadbeat,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bill Near,
Cameo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gichy Dan,
The Modern Lovers,
Wire,
Simply Red,
Sun City Girls,
Pere Ubu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kayak,
Erasure,
Mantronix,
Harmonia,
The Index,
Gang of Four,
Gastr Del Sol,
Junior Murvin,
Con Funk Shun,
Parry Music,
Theoretical Girls,
Loose Ends,
Sight & Sound,
Average White Band,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.