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 Kyrgyzstan and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord 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 Jeff Lynne to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Sugar Minott,
Lower 48,
The Durutti Column,
The Cramps,
Cybotron,
cv313,
Adolescents,
Livin' Joy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mantronix,
The Mojo Men,
Bill Near,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The United States of America,
Black Bananas,
Massinfluence,
New Age Steppers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Icehouse,
Colin Newman,
Arthur Verocai,
DJ Style,
Maurizio,
Duran Duran,
Malaria!,
Glenn Branca,
Barbara Tucker,
Joensuu 1685,
Tubeway Army,
Tommy Roe,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ludus,
Delon & Dalcan,
DNA,
Schoolly D,
The Black Dice,
The Fire Engines,
The Gap Band,
MC5,
Matthew Bourne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rekid,
The Names,
Scratch Acid,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dark Day,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Grass Roots,
Grauzone,
Andrew Hill,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Monochrome Set,
Shuggie Otis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Girls At Our Best!,
Aural Exciters,
Deepchord,
The Mummies,
The Red Krayola,
Model 500,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang of Four,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.