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 Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sound Behaviour to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
kango's stein massive,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Motions,
Newcleus,
Eve St. Jones,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Saints,
The New Christs,
Hasil Adkins,
Terrestrial Tones,
Donny Hathaway,
Quantec,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dead Boys,
Procol Harum,
Pussy Galore,
The Offenders,
The Mojo Men,
Mantronix,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Brand Nubian,
Marvin Gaye,
Letta Mbulu,
Stiv Bators,
Sight & Sound,
New York Dolls,
Harmonia,
The Seeds,
Ultra Naté,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ossler,
Technova,
The Misunderstood,
Leonard Cohen,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dave Gahan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Godley & Creme,
Bronski Beat,
The Moody Blues,
The Smiths,
Black Pus,
Morten Harket,
Parry Music,
The Pop Group,
The Gap Band,
Negative Approach,
Gong,
In Retrospect,
Mark Hollis,
The Barracudas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Johnny Clarke,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fall,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.