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 Monaco and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the grunge 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Blackbyrds,
Yaz,
Whodini,
The Sound,
Grandmaster Flash,
Minor Threat,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
L. Decosne,
Heaven 17,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
B.T. Express,
X-101,
Bauhaus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cosmic Jokers,
kango's stein massive,
Lungfish,
The Divine Comedy,
The Young Rascals,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Kinks,
The Seeds,
Country Teasers,
U.S. Maple,
Thompson Twins,
Godley & Creme,
Model 500,
Camouflage,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Martian,
Crash Course in Science,
Darondo,
Black Flag,
Index,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hoover,
Kayak,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Foxx,
The Dead C,
Los Fastidios,
Quadrant,
The United States of America,
Wings,
Second Layer,
The Residents,
Funky Four + One,
Arab on Radar,
Bronski Beat,
Fad Gadget,
The Real Kids,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.