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 Romania and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Schoolly D to the disco 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Pussy Galore,
The Fire Engines,
Boogie Down Productions,
ABC,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tommy Roe,
Johnny Clarke,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Country Teasers,
David Axelrod,
Nik Kershaw,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crooked Eye,
Jacques Brel,
Cybotron,
kango's stein massive,
Cheater Slicks,
Angry Samoans,
The Golliwogs,
Parry Music,
the Slits,
the Soft Cell,
Mad Mike,
The Dead C,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ultravox,
a-ha,
Amazonics,
Public Enemy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Accadde A,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sound Behaviour,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rotary Connection,
Eurythmics,
Chris Corsano,
Adolescents,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobby Womack,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Offenders,
Goldenarms,
Procol Harum,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Spandau Ballet,
Monks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
ABBA,
Soulsonic Force,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Human League,
Excepter,
Avey Tare,
Popol Vuh,
Duran Duran,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.