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 Guyana and from Manila.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Chrome 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
The Walker Brothers,
Kayak,
The Star Department,
Circle Jerks,
In Retrospect,
Lalo Schifrin,
June Days,
Byron Stingily,
The Modern Lovers,
Section 25,
Scan 7,
The Mojo Men,
Deepchord,
These Immortal Souls,
Donny Hathaway,
Blake Baxter,
K-Klass,
Hot Snakes,
Laurel Aitken,
The Sonics,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ronan,
This Heat,
Lyres,
E-Dancer,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Yazoo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
D'Angelo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marmalade,
Lungfish,
Stereo Dub,
Sexual Harrassment,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Index,
John Lydon,
The Kinks,
Desert Stars,
The Martian,
Mark Hollis,
Vladislav Delay,
The Offenders,
The United States of America,
Babytalk,
Bob Dylan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Sherman,
Amon Düül II,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crispy Ambulance,
Von Mondo,
Essential Logic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Grey Daturas,
Jeff Mills,
Nation of Ulysses,
The New Christs,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.