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 Moldova 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Goldenarms to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Skarface,
The Moody Blues,
Matthew Halsall,
Rhythm & Sound,
Radio Birdman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fire Engines,
Pagans,
Television,
Bill Wells,
Alphaville,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Drexciya,
Sonic Youth,
Clear Light,
Roxette,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
OOIOO,
Au Pairs,
Wings,
Can,
Niagra,
The New Christs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grandmaster Flash,
Inner City,
Moss Icon,
Joy Division,
Harmonia,
Circle Jerks,
Excepter,
Neu!,
Archie Shepp,
The Velvet Underground,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nils Olav,
Terrestrial Tones,
MC5,
Pulsallama,
Reagan Youth,
Alton Ellis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kenny Larkin,
Livin' Joy,
Dave Gahan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Half Japanese,
Todd Terry,
Supertramp,
Lindisfarne,
Theoretical Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
Idris Muhammad,
Easy Going,
Fear,
Quantec,
Maurizio,
The Raincoats,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.