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 France and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Television to the crunk 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
the Soft Cell,
Visage,
Ken Boothe,
Blancmange,
The Angels of Light,
Nils Olav,
Duran Duran,
Eric B and Rakim,
Juan Atkins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Radiohead,
Gil Scott Heron,
Amon Düül II,
Public Image Ltd.,
Erykah Badu,
Sam Rivers,
Nas,
Rapeman,
MC5,
Lindisfarne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Index,
Neil Young,
Iggy Pop,
Yaz,
Alison Limerick,
The Moody Blues,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Groovy Waters,
The Velvet Underground,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Loose Ends,
Delon & Dalcan,
Simply Red,
Todd Rundgren,
Sister Nancy,
The Beau Brummels,
Ultra Naté,
Ultravox,
Average White Band,
Sandy B,
The Toasters,
The Dead C,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Seeds,
Throbbing Gristle,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gang Starr,
Masters at Work,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rhythm & Sound,
Maurizio,
Inner City,
Gerry Rafferty,
Derrick May,
June Days,
OOIOO,
Arab on Radar,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jandek,
Warren Ellis,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.