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 Costa Rica and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Faust to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nik Kershaw,
Mo-Dettes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Minor Threat,
Yellowson,
The Leaves,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sun City Girls,
The Walker Brothers,
Lou Christie,
Ludus,
In Retrospect,
Bizarre Inc.,
Royal Trux,
The Searchers,
The Wake,
Isaac Hayes,
Max Romeo,
Soul II Soul,
Cybotron,
X-Ray Spex,
Wasted Youth,
Ronnie Foster,
Los Fastidios,
Black Bananas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marine Girls,
Youth Brigade,
Rod Modell,
Arthur Verocai,
Liliput,
Rites of Spring,
Matthew Bourne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Techniques,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gun Club,
The Cowsills,
Pantytec,
Faust,
Young Marble Giants,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Swans,
Average White Band,
Robert Görl,
PIL,
Audionom,
Von Mondo,
Peter & Gordon,
Intrusion,
Todd Terry,
Agitation Free,
Desert Stars,
Oblivians,
The Toasters,
The Fugs,
Loose Ends,
The Pretty Things,
Pole,
Negative Approach,
Interpol,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.