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 Somalia and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Todd Rundgren to the electroclash 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
The Smoke,
Malaria!,
Fatback Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dennis Brown,
Nico,
Ossler,
Glenn Branca,
The Leaves,
Yellowson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Skaos,
Judy Mowatt,
Wings,
Depeche Mode,
Andrew Hill,
Tommy Roe,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ohio Players,
Thompson Twins,
A Certain Ratio,
The Sisters of Mercy,
X-Ray Spex,
Alton Ellis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eden Ahbez,
Blossom Toes,
Second Layer,
Cal Tjader,
Kaleidoscope,
Japan,
Sight & Sound,
The Barracudas,
Absolute Body Control,
Mary Jane Girls,
Moebius,
Altered Images,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Todd Terry,
Marvin Gaye,
Rod Modell,
Bush Tetras,
Jandek,
Radiopuhelimet,
Danielle Patucci,
Lakeside,
Youth Brigade,
Jacques Brel,
Jeff Lynne,
Groovy Waters,
Barry Ungar,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bill Wells,
Junior Murvin,
Black Bananas,
Joe Smooth,
Scan 7,
Rakim,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.