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 Kenya and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the disco 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
The Fortunes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ohio Players,
Arab on Radar,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bill Near,
The Seeds,
Donny Hathaway,
Minor Threat,
Drive Like Jehu,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Outsiders,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eve St. Jones,
Neu!,
Slick Rick,
This Heat,
Crooked Eye,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Matthew Halsall,
Yusef Lateef,
Lou Christie,
Nico,
Bobby Sherman,
Jacob Miller,
Soft Cell,
The Cure,
Joe Finger,
Tommy Roe,
Yazoo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bootsy Collins,
Henry Cow,
Lightning Bolt,
The Tremeloes,
Altered Images,
Joyce Sims,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Depeche Mode,
The Monks,
Susan Cadogan,
Bush Tetras,
Amon Düül II,
The New Christs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Busters,
Quadrant,
Anthony Braxton,
Charles Mingus,
Visage,
Spoonie Gee,
Marc Almond,
In Retrospect,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Cale,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sparks,
Audionom,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.