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 Marshall Islands and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Massinfluence to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
John Foxx,
Cluster,
James White and The Blacks,
The United States of America,
Zapp,
Ornette Coleman,
Kas Product,
Dead Boys,
Dual Sessions,
a-ha,
David Bowie,
Roxette,
Procol Harum,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Letta Mbulu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Monochrome Set,
Von Mondo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ossler,
The Count Five,
Public Enemy,
Joey Negro,
Youth Brigade,
Magazine,
Sun Ra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kaleidoscope,
Man Parrish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Aural Exciters,
Theoretical Girls,
Thompson Twins,
In Retrospect,
The Trojans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Colin Newman,
Ohio Players,
The Beau Brummels,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Siglo XX,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Quantec,
Funky Four + One,
Delta 5,
Essential Logic,
The Buckinghams,
Funkadelic,
Pagans,
Reuben Wilson,
The Raincoats,
Kurtis Blow,
Shoche,
Pet Shop Boys,
Isaac Hayes,
Byron Stingily,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.