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 Monaco and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Shoche to the disco 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Bananas,
PIL,
Minnie Riperton,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Michelle Simonal,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
10cc,
Ultimate Spinach,
Outsiders,
FM Einheit,
Mark Hollis,
Leonard Cohen,
Yaz,
The Searchers,
Blancmange,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
B.T. Express,
Reagan Youth,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Fat Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Happenings,
Slick Rick,
Qualms,
Rod Modell,
One Last Wish,
Eurythmics,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tomorrow,
X-101,
Sugar Minott,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scion,
Bobby Sherman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Detroit Cobras,
Don Cherry,
Dave Gahan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Suicide,
Man Eating Sloth,
AZ,
Inner City,
Monks,
The Gap Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Severed Heads,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scientists,
Godley & Creme,
The J.B.'s,
Boredoms,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.