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 Norway and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Young Rascals,
The Associates,
Kurtis Blow,
David McCallum,
Sarah Menescal,
Unrelated Segments,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Reagan Youth,
Thee Headcoats,
a-ha,
8 Eyed Spy,
Maurizio,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Underground Resistance,
Marc Almond,
The Leaves,
Symarip,
Visage,
Reuben Wilson,
The Saints,
Soul Sonic Force,
EPMD,
Godley & Creme,
Joe Smooth,
Peter and Kerry,
Mary Jane Girls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Cale,
Lou Christie,
Gang of Four,
Wings,
DJ Style,
Minutemen,
The Kinks,
This Heat,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
E-Dancer,
Moss Icon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rakim,
Tears for Fears,
Fluxion,
Ten City,
Porter Ricks,
June Days,
Theoretical Girls,
Adolescents,
OOIOO,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tim Buckley,
The Misunderstood,
Susan Cadogan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Angels of Light,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Monolake,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.