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 Senegal and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator 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 Heaven 17 to the dance 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Dual Sessions,
Soft Cell,
Sonic Youth,
The Victims,
Bill Wells,
Nirvana,
The Gories,
Newcleus,
Country Teasers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Henry Cow,
Boz Scaggs,
Laurel Aitken,
Slick Rick,
F. McDonald,
Marine Girls,
The Black Dice,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Graham Central Station,
The Saints,
Electric Light Orchestra,
One Last Wish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
EPMD,
Tears for Fears,
Agent Orange,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deakin,
Black Bananas,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Organ,
Japan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
China Crisis,
Rotary Connection,
Khruangbin,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joey Negro,
Young Marble Giants,
Nik Kershaw,
Schoolly D,
10cc,
Amon Düül,
DJ Sneak,
Babytalk,
Ituana,
The Star Department,
The Neon Judgement,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sun City Girls,
Jawbox,
Lyres,
Matthew Bourne,
Guru Guru,
Deadbeat,
Lou Christie,
Bluetip,
Gang Starr,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.