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 Rwanda and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Sex Pistols to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
The Tremeloes,
Stiv Bators,
Rotary Connection,
Sister Nancy,
Sex Pistols,
World's Most,
Siglo XX,
Franke,
Dennis Brown,
Suburban Knight,
Cymande,
Delta 5,
The Red Krayola,
The Knickerbockers,
Khruangbin,
Echospace,
Yaz,
EPMD,
Brothers Johnson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Modern Lovers,
Spoonie Gee,
Carl Craig,
kango's stein massive,
Jeff Lynne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Von Mondo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cabaret Voltaire,
New Age Steppers,
A Certain Ratio,
Kayak,
DNA,
Clear Light,
Grauzone,
Davy DMX,
8 Eyed Spy,
Al Stewart,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dave Gahan,
Accadde A,
Avey Tare,
Bobby Sherman,
This Heat,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
H. Thieme,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ituana,
John Coltrane,
The Star Department,
L. Decosne,
The Kinks,
Mark Hollis,
The Selecter,
Joey Negro,
Visage,
The Gladiators,
Glenn Branca,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.