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 Niger and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dave Gahan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
The Smoke,
Blancmange,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Skatalites,
Tres Demented,
The Sound,
Pierre Henry,
Maleditus Sound,
Alice Coltrane,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soulsonic Force,
Nirvana,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tom Boy,
The Count Five,
Clear Light,
Interpol,
The Knickerbockers,
The Cramps,
Black Sheep,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Foxx,
Black Pus,
The Vogues,
David Axelrod,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Laurel Aitken,
La Düsseldorf,
Amazonics,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joey Negro,
Kayak,
The Standells,
Japan,
Joensuu 1685,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Erasure,
Quando Quango,
The Dirtbombs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Section 25,
kango's stein massive,
The Martian,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Iggy Pop,
Radiopuhelimet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bootsy Collins,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Misunderstood,
The Velvet Underground,
Scratch Acid,
Vladislav Delay,
Glambeats Corp.,
Faust,
Grauzone,
the Sonics,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.