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 San Marino and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Golliwogs to the dance 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Crime,
The Smoke,
Rufus Thomas,
Severed Heads,
CMW,
Dead Boys,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fugs,
Todd Rundgren,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Grass Roots,
JFA,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Radiopuhelimet,
cv313,
Sister Nancy,
The Monks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Gladiators,
Todd Terry,
David Bowie,
Juan Atkins,
The Martian,
John Foxx,
Easy Going,
Buzzcocks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Althea and Donna,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mars,
Television Personalities,
Maurizio,
Minny Pops,
The Durutti Column,
Maleditus Sound,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Skriet,
Joy Division,
Joey Negro,
Patti Smith,
Peter & Gordon,
Darondo,
Chris & Cosey,
Hot Snakes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tres Demented,
Nik Kershaw,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobby Byrd,
Kayak,
Camouflage,
Absolute Body Control,
Max Romeo,
Cybotron,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
T.S.O.L.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.