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 New Zealand and from London.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '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 Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Electric Prunes,
Zapp,
Brothers Johnson,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sound Behaviour,
Reagan Youth,
Eurythmics,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pylon,
48th St. Collective,
Boogie Down Productions,
Banda Bassotti,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cal Tjader,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Minor Threat,
Half Japanese,
Patti Smith,
Darondo,
The Kinks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
JFA,
Lungfish,
Bronski Beat,
Soft Machine,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rufus Thomas,
OOIOO,
Blossom Toes,
Camouflage,
Lindisfarne,
Sexual Harrassment,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Swans,
Audionom,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Monochrome Set,
Soul II Soul,
Cecil Taylor,
Symarip,
Anakelly,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Cramps,
B.T. Express,
Clear Light,
Underground Resistance,
Pet Shop Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Maurizio,
the Soft Cell,
Au Pairs,
Newcleus,
Minutemen,
The J.B.'s,
The Pretty Things,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hot Snakes,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.