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 Venezuela and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Throbbing Gristle to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Barrington Levy,
Wasted Youth,
Sandy B,
Rapeman,
Joe Finger,
Todd Terry,
The Golliwogs,
Khruangbin,
Stereo Dub,
Nik Kershaw,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Icehouse,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Smog,
Arcadia,
The Doors,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ornette Coleman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
David Axelrod,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Dirtbombs,
Boz Scaggs,
Bad Manners,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tres Demented,
Arab on Radar,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lou Christie,
Davy DMX,
The Mojo Men,
Shoche,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nils Olav,
Public Image Ltd.,
Malaria!,
Neu!,
Suicide,
DJ Sneak,
The Searchers,
Marmalade,
Faust,
Average White Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rekid,
Nick Fraelich,
Gabor Szabo,
Tom Boy,
Magazine,
Monolake,
Aswad,
The Trojans,
Nico,
Morten Harket,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.