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 Morocco and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Ultra Naté to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Parry Music,
Simply Red,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cameo,
Sparks,
The Barracudas,
T.S.O.L.,
The Misunderstood,
Jawbox,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
K-Klass,
Lalann,
Derrick Morgan,
Guru Guru,
The Standells,
Circle Jerks,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Skatalites,
Little Man,
Hardrive,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Silicon Teens,
Glenn Branca,
The Litter,
Jeff Mills,
the Slits,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pantytec,
Easy Going,
David McCallum,
The J.B.'s,
Groovy Waters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
B.T. Express,
Deakin,
Organ,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ultra Naté,
Erykah Badu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Chris Corsano,
Scrapy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Duran Duran,
The Doobie Brothers,
UT,
Jeff Lynne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Blancmange,
Joensuu 1685,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Young Marble Giants,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sonic Youth,
Make Up,
The Walker Brothers,
the Normal,
Popol Vuh,
Kaleidoscope,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.