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 Costa Rica and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 FM Einheit to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Danielle Patucci,
Ludus,
Crash Course in Science,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Golliwogs,
Angry Samoans,
Jacques Brel,
Nico,
Sight & Sound,
Minor Threat,
MDC,
David McCallum,
Infiniti,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Doors,
Donald Byrd,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Martian,
Suicide,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Misunderstood,
Barrington Levy,
EPMD,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Shoche,
The Gun Club,
Underground Resistance,
Grauzone,
Lungfish,
Sarah Menescal,
D'Angelo,
B.T. Express,
The Toasters,
Neil Young,
Maurizio,
Prince Buster,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
cv313,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Michelle Simonal,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Godley & Creme,
Fatback Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Theoretical Girls,
Cal Tjader,
The Electric Prunes,
Y Pants,
8 Eyed Spy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Radiohead,
The Index,
The Young Rascals,
Harpers Bizarre,
Steve Hackett,
Mr. Review,
Los Fastidios,
Dark Day,
This Heat,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.