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 Libya and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer 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 Pylon to the techno 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Ornette Coleman,
Bad Manners,
John Foxx,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang Green,
Inner City,
Al Stewart,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jacques Brel,
Camouflage,
Lucky Dragons,
Aaron Thompson,
Section 25,
Echospace,
Fear,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Minny Pops,
Mo-Dettes,
Hasil Adkins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Clear Light,
Hardrive,
The Five Americans,
Todd Terry,
Babytalk,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Barracudas,
Kerrie Biddell,
Underground Resistance,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Suicide,
One Last Wish,
Easy Going,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sound Behaviour,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Chris & Cosey,
Harry Pussy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eric Dolphy,
Sonic Youth,
Silicon Teens,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Gap Band,
Cameo,
Black Sheep,
Jeff Mills,
The Misunderstood,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dual Sessions,
Barbara Tucker,
Faraquet,
Ohio Players,
Interpol,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Moleskins,
Chris Corsano,
Shuggie Otis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.