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 Bolivia and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord 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 Cymande to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
John Holt,
Traffic Nightmare,
Laurel Aitken,
The Monochrome Set,
Lindisfarne,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fuzztones,
Massinfluence,
the Human League,
Franke,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Grass Roots,
ABC,
Robert Hood,
The United States of America,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kaleidoscope,
The Misunderstood,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
UT,
Blossom Toes,
Warren Ellis,
Jawbox,
Fela Kuti,
the Sonics,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lakeside,
Drive Like Jehu,
David Bowie,
DJ Style,
Von Mondo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Coltrane,
Gerry Rafferty,
OOIOO,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Robert Görl,
The Trojans,
Loose Ends,
Big Daddy Kane,
Reagan Youth,
Tommy Roe,
Stetsasonic,
The Pop Group,
Erasure,
Glambeats Corp.,
Echospace,
Eric Copeland,
Soft Cell,
Motorama,
Arthur Verocai,
The Evens,
Audionom,
The Real Kids,
The Star Department,
Don Cherry,
Half Japanese,
The Stooges,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Blancmange,
The Doors,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.