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 Austria and from Copenhagen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Depeche Mode to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Main Source,
Agitation Free,
Rosa Yemen,
James White and The Blacks,
the Association,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Niagra,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cheater Slicks,
The Searchers,
The Star Department,
Boredoms,
The Real Kids,
Erasure,
John Coltrane,
Drexciya,
Amazonics,
Marc Almond,
U.S. Maple,
The American Breed,
Todd Terry,
The Slackers,
Silicon Teens,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eyeless In Gaza,
kango's stein massive,
Ultimate Spinach,
X-Ray Spex,
Mantronix,
Porter Ricks,
T. Rex,
Khruangbin,
Television Personalities,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hasil Adkins,
Faust,
Delon & Dalcan,
Grey Daturas,
Infiniti,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Derrick May,
Harmonia,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fad Gadget,
Suburban Knight,
Camberwell Now,
Unwound,
Barbara Tucker,
Ohio Players,
Faraquet,
Godley & Creme,
Frankie Knuckles,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobby Womack,
Alice Coltrane,
Marshall Jefferson,
K-Klass,
The Zeros,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.