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 Vanuatu and from Philadelphia.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Basic Channel to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pagans,
New Age Steppers,
Kenny Larkin,
The Evens,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Sonics,
The Sound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Howard Jones,
X-101,
Quadrant,
Aloha Tigers,
Moebius,
Gabor Szabo,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Human League,
The Fuzztones,
Whodini,
Iggy Pop,
Marvin Gaye,
Lalo Schifrin,
Maleditus Sound,
The Searchers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Swans,
DJ Sneak,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Aural Exciters,
Tim Buckley,
Nirvana,
Absolute Body Control,
In Retrospect,
Sex Pistols,
Mr. Review,
Gang Gang Dance,
New Order,
Soft Machine,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gichy Dan,
June of 44,
The Motions,
Bill Wells,
Andrew Hill,
Loose Ends,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soul II Soul,
Curtis Mayfield,
AZ,
Bluetip,
Mantronix,
Erykah Badu,
Alphaville,
The Doors,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pole,
Scrapy,
Jeru the Damaja,
David McCallum,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.