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 Liechtenstein and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Radiohead,
Surgeon,
Sister Nancy,
Dennis Brown,
Excepter,
Severed Heads,
The Barracudas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sun City Girls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ohio Players,
Minor Threat,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bad Manners,
Index,
The J.B.'s,
Masters at Work,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Christie,
Cecil Taylor,
Freddie Wadling,
The Moody Blues,
Deadbeat,
Unwound,
the Soft Cell,
Chris & Cosey,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soft Cell,
Marvin Gaye,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Infiniti,
Derrick May,
MC5,
Ultra Naté,
Royal Trux,
Black Pus,
The Vogues,
Yaz,
Lungfish,
Jeff Lynne,
JFA,
Loose Ends,
Donald Byrd,
Parry Music,
Agent Orange,
Pantaleimon,
the Normal,
Archie Shepp,
Scientists,
The Shadows of Knight,
Davy DMX,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Swans,
In Retrospect,
Black Moon,
Eric Copeland,
Crash Course in Science,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.