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 Qatar and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 CBGB's.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Yazoo,
Wally Richardson,
The Last Poets,
EPMD,
These Immortal Souls,
Junior Murvin,
Electric Prunes,
Godley & Creme,
New Age Steppers,
Main Source,
Ronnie Foster,
D'Angelo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Detroit Cobras,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nas,
Dave Gahan,
Subhumans,
Barry Ungar,
the Slits,
Parry Music,
Zero Boys,
The Tremeloes,
AZ,
Severed Heads,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Iggy Pop,
Ituana,
Black Moon,
MDC,
Jacob Miller,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
ABC,
Shoche,
The Fugs,
Dennis Brown,
The Happenings,
The Victims,
Juan Atkins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Young Marble Giants,
Lakeside,
Supertramp,
The Standells,
David Bowie,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gang of Four,
The Walker Brothers,
Sun City Girls,
David McCallum,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Evens,
The Divine Comedy,
Half Japanese,
Nils Olav,
kango's stein massive,
The Cowsills,
Talk Talk,
Maleditus Sound,
Danielle Patucci,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.