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 Vanuatu and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe 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 Infiniti to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Marc Almond,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nick Fraelich,
Gang Starr,
Suburban Knight,
Minnie Riperton,
Ponytail,
Khruangbin,
Franke,
the Germs,
The Modern Lovers,
Nik Kershaw,
The Victims,
Das Ding,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camberwell Now,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
X-101,
Lalann,
The Trojans,
Kas Product,
The Knickerbockers,
Mantronix,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Stereo Dub,
Matthew Bourne,
X-Ray Spex,
Alphaville,
Monolake,
Funkadelic,
Neil Young,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pulsallama,
Al Stewart,
Fear,
Suicide,
Dorothy Ashby,
Swell Maps,
Blancmange,
Ornette Coleman,
Marvin Gaye,
The Evens,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Remains,
The United States of America,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
T. Rex,
cv313,
Au Pairs,
New Order,
Country Teasers,
Roxy Music,
Derrick Morgan,
The Skatalites,
Simply Red,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.