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 Tuvalu and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Thompson Twins to the grunge 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pere Ubu,
Alphaville,
Grey Daturas,
Gang of Four,
Black Sheep,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pussy Galore,
Scrapy,
Sandy B,
Brothers Johnson,
The Martian,
Masters at Work,
The Skatalites,
Circle Jerks,
Amon Düül,
Mo-Dettes,
The Misunderstood,
a-ha,
Matthew Halsall,
Urselle,
Josef K,
Bad Manners,
Cecil Taylor,
Michelle Simonal,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dave Gahan,
Goldenarms,
Cluster,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gang Gang Dance,
Simply Red,
Chris Corsano,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cabaret Voltaire,
T.S.O.L.,
Panda Bear,
Howard Jones,
Nils Olav,
Drive Like Jehu,
L. Decosne,
Roy Ayers,
Little Man,
Marvin Gaye,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Associates,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Grauzone,
The Fortunes,
Visage,
Youth Brigade,
The American Breed,
Heaven 17,
Dark Day,
Warsaw,
Technova,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.