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 Venezuela and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
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 mellotron 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 Bootsy Collins to the disco 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Suburban Knight,
Sällskapet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Donald Byrd,
The Names,
Pantaleimon,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fuzztones,
The Slits,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pylon,
Fatback Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
La Düsseldorf,
Zero Boys,
Bizarre Inc.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
T.S.O.L.,
DJ Style,
This Heat,
The Selecter,
Reuben Wilson,
The Seeds,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bronski Beat,
Harpers Bizarre,
Echospace,
The Music Machine,
Audionom,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Sheep,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
AZ,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Moon,
DJ Sneak,
Popol Vuh,
Gang Starr,
Man Parrish,
E-Dancer,
Magazine,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sun Ra,
Motorama,
Hoover,
The Barracudas,
Metal Thangz,
Q65,
Intrusion,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tom Boy,
CMW,
The Detroit Cobras,
Buzzcocks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fluxion,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.