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 Argentina and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Lou Reed 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 Radiopuhelimet to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Reagan Youth,
The Durutti Column,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bill Wells,
Royal Trux,
Flipper,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Deakin,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Skatalites,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Smiths,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jeru the Damaja,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
U.S. Maple,
Byron Stingily,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Vladislav Delay,
Cecil Taylor,
The Offenders,
The Victims,
MC5,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scrapy,
Faust,
Alice Coltrane,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stiv Bators,
Hasil Adkins,
Ten City,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soft Cell,
Bobby Womack,
Country Teasers,
Minor Threat,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eric Copeland,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Dirtbombs,
Gong,
Bush Tetras,
Chris & Cosey,
Skarface,
Mars,
Blake Baxter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Human League,
Fear,
Pulsallama,
Slick Rick,
Terrestrial Tones,
Neu!,
Spandau Ballet,
Sight & Sound,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.