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 New Zealand and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Fear to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
The Slackers,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Modern Lovers,
Nik Kershaw,
Jeff Mills,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fall,
Bad Manners,
Avey Tare,
Kas Product,
Brand Nubian,
Joyce Sims,
Slave,
Warsaw,
Bootsy Collins,
MC5,
Barry Ungar,
Depeche Mode,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Camouflage,
The Dirtbombs,
Nirvana,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Offenders,
The Raincoats,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eric Copeland,
Massinfluence,
Fear,
Kevin Saunderson,
Masters at Work,
Underground Resistance,
Ludus,
Boredoms,
Radio Birdman,
Babytalk,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ituana,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Stereo Dub,
Robert Hood,
Marvin Gaye,
The Red Krayola,
Gil Scott Heron,
Radiopuhelimet,
Graham Central Station,
Aswad,
The Black Dice,
The Happenings,
The Motions,
Ronnie Foster,
Wolf Eyes,
Soulsonic Force,
Swans,
Blancmange,
Minny Pops,
The Barracudas,
Dennis Brown,
The Human League,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.