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 Nauru and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb 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 8 Eyed Spy to the electroclash 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Desert Stars,
The Mummies,
Essential Logic,
Roxy Music,
Fad Gadget,
Soul II Soul,
Moebius,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Grandmaster Flash,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
KRS-One,
Pere Ubu,
Jeff Mills,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Dolphy,
DJ Sneak,
Barbara Tucker,
Television,
The Skatalites,
Oblivians,
Grauzone,
Iggy Pop,
Minny Pops,
The Selecter,
Severed Heads,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lower 48,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mandrill,
The Residents,
Barclay James Harvest,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Underground Resistance,
The Raincoats,
The Martian,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
LL Cool J,
Cluster,
Negative Approach,
The Young Rascals,
Jesper Dahlback,
Minnie Riperton,
Monolake,
The Techniques,
The Gories,
10cc,
Con Funk Shun,
Barrington Levy,
Bronski Beat,
Peter & Gordon,
Ohio Players,
Angry Samoans,
Moby Grape,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
L. Decosne,
Dawn Penn,
kango's stein massive,
Hoover,
Pagans,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.