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 Poland and from Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ice-T to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Pere Ubu,
Nik Kershaw,
Massinfluence,
Sarah Menescal,
Rekid,
Monolake,
Tropical Tobacco,
David McCallum,
Agitation Free,
Theoretical Girls,
Monks,
John Foxx,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Durutti Column,
Erykah Badu,
Pole,
Althea and Donna,
Brass Construction,
The Cure,
the Bar-Kays,
Sight & Sound,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Zeros,
Gang Gang Dance,
Metal Thangz,
Donald Byrd,
Basic Channel,
Can,
Joensuu 1685,
John Cale,
The Dirtbombs,
Tim Buckley,
Stereo Dub,
Hashim,
The Fortunes,
Moss Icon,
Ken Boothe,
Boredoms,
T. Rex,
Yusef Lateef,
The Buckinghams,
Sparks,
The Remains,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mandrill,
Lou Reed,
Fad Gadget,
Magma,
Franke,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fall,
T.S.O.L.,
Roger Hodgson,
Dave Gahan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cal Tjader,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Pop Group,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.