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 Suriname and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 In Retrospect to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Deadbeat,
Donald Byrd,
The Cure,
Monolake,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wasted Youth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Audionom,
Eurythmics,
X-102,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Bar-Kays,
The Zeros,
John Holt,
Zapp,
Pagans,
Royal Trux,
Hardrive,
Morten Harket,
Radiohead,
Mr. Review,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Reuben Wilson,
Bauhaus,
Camberwell Now,
New Order,
Essential Logic,
Rotary Connection,
Judy Mowatt,
Althea and Donna,
Peter & Gordon,
Motorama,
Pulsallama,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Barry Ungar,
Hoover,
Traffic Nightmare,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joe Smooth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sun Ra,
Outsiders,
D'Angelo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hasil Adkins,
Yazoo,
The Sonics,
Minutemen,
The Divine Comedy,
Fad Gadget,
Joey Negro,
The Misunderstood,
Scott Walker,
Matthew Halsall,
Toni Rubio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roxette,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.