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 Fiji and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Soft Cell to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Fear,
The Buckinghams,
Hoover,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Bananas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fad Gadget,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hasil Adkins,
Yaz,
Accadde A,
The Fall,
Aswad,
Fatback Band,
The Litter,
The Tremeloes,
Flipper,
cv313,
Dennis Brown,
Siglo XX,
Magma,
Subhumans,
Althea and Donna,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Toasters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Divine Comedy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Skatalites,
Guru Guru,
Kerri Chandler,
Radiohead,
Donald Byrd,
Sixth Finger,
Jerry's Kids,
Godley & Creme,
Monolake,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marc Almond,
Terry Callier,
The Real Kids,
the Fania All-Stars,
H. Thieme,
Brand Nubian,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Judy Mowatt,
The Index,
Erasure,
The Moody Blues,
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Mummies,
FM Einheit,
DJ Style,
Technova,
Talk Talk,
PIL,
Icehouse,
Cluster,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.