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 Papua New Guinea and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Lebanon Hanover,
Heaven 17,
Urselle,
the Normal,
Wings,
Skriet,
the Bar-Kays,
X-101,
Little Man,
Gastr Del Sol,
Y Pants,
Hoover,
Loose Ends,
Kevin Saunderson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Seeds,
Chris & Cosey,
Outsiders,
John Coltrane,
Joe Smooth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mad Mike,
The Dead C,
MDC,
The Tremeloes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gabor Szabo,
The Mummies,
Pylon,
Oblivians,
Bobby Byrd,
Faust,
The J.B.'s,
Isaac Hayes,
Gang of Four,
Marshall Jefferson,
Iggy Pop,
Von Mondo,
Neu!,
Eli Mardock,
David McCallum,
Essential Logic,
PIL,
Masters at Work,
Arcadia,
The Techniques,
Connie Case,
The Selecter,
The Pretty Things,
Matthew Halsall,
Alphaville,
Howard Jones,
The Remains,
The Mojo Men,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Motions,
Kayak,
The American Breed,
The Residents,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.