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 Togo and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator 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 John Foxx to the electroclash 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stockholm Monsters,
Shoche,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Yazoo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Swell Maps,
Max Romeo,
Zapp,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Birthday Party,
Sarah Menescal,
Gang Green,
The Techniques,
KRS-One,
Roxette,
Smog,
the Human League,
Fear,
Fatback Band,
Ludus,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pierre Henry,
The Neon Judgement,
Michelle Simonal,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sun Ra,
the Swans,
Hashim,
Silicon Teens,
Y Pants,
Pulsallama,
Altered Images,
Bush Tetras,
Fat Boys,
Al Stewart,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ken Boothe,
Q and Not U,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Smiths,
Gabor Szabo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
One Last Wish,
Saccharine Trust,
FM Einheit,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sun City Girls,
Nik Kershaw,
The Buckinghams,
Amazonics,
Cameo,
Suburban Knight,
Bluetip,
Magma,
June of 44,
Morten Harket,
Ultravox,
Minny Pops,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.