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 the UAE and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Vogues to the crunk 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fall,
Lou Christie,
Sonic Youth,
Charles Mingus,
Rosa Yemen,
Severed Heads,
Yusef Lateef,
Todd Rundgren,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Aswad,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cameo,
Unwound,
Bobby Byrd,
La Düsseldorf,
Alphaville,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Brand Nubian,
E-Dancer,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Siglo XX,
cv313,
Sound Behaviour,
The Busters,
kango's stein massive,
Metal Thangz,
Chrome,
Joy Division,
Robert Hood,
The Doors,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Popol Vuh,
Moebius,
The Cramps,
Make Up,
the Soft Cell,
Pharoah Sanders,
Agitation Free,
Oneida,
The Martian,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Human League,
Monks,
John Foxx,
June Days,
Duran Duran,
Terry Callier,
Underground Resistance,
The Sonics,
Skriet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marc Almond,
Goldenarms,
UT,
Erykah Badu,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dave Gahan,
Groovy Waters,
Black Bananas,
The Skatalites,
Urselle,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.