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 Saudi Arabia and from New York.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ituana to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tears for Fears,
Grauzone,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bluetip,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Electric Prunes,
D'Angelo,
Heaven 17,
Soft Cell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rapeman,
Q65,
Scion,
Kas Product,
Connie Case,
Pantytec,
Pole,
John Coltrane,
Youth Brigade,
Brand Nubian,
Nik Kershaw,
Schoolly D,
Black Pus,
Sound Behaviour,
Jeff Lynne,
The Victims,
David Bowie,
Los Fastidios,
Adolescents,
Pere Ubu,
The Move,
Skaos,
Ohio Players,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
New Order,
Lalann,
Popol Vuh,
Von Mondo,
The Misunderstood,
Dead Boys,
The Fortunes,
Bronski Beat,
The Beau Brummels,
H. Thieme,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cymande,
Maurizio,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sex Pistols,
The New Christs,
Sugar Minott,
The Walker Brothers,
Tommy Roe,
Black Bananas,
Public Enemy,
Buzzcocks,
Cybotron,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.