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 Seychelles 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Cure to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Oblivians,
Motorama,
Neu!,
Joe Smooth,
Metal Thangz,
Sound Behaviour,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gabor Szabo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Slackers,
Brick,
Eve St. Jones,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Star Department,
ABC,
Wolf Eyes,
Lou Christie,
Public Enemy,
The Move,
Hasil Adkins,
Surgeon,
The Slits,
the Germs,
FM Einheit,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Khruangbin,
The Offenders,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Icehouse,
Boogie Down Productions,
Procol Harum,
Flash Fearless,
Scientists,
Alice Coltrane,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Gories,
The Saints,
Visage,
Grauzone,
Unrelated Segments,
Hoover,
Dead Boys,
Spandau Ballet,
Charles Mingus,
Barbara Tucker,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Real Kids,
L. Decosne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Derrick May,
Beasts of Bourbon,
F. McDonald,
Slave,
Hashim,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Selecter,
Ten City,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.