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 Burundi and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the grunge 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Sixth Finger,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tomorrow,
Massinfluence,
Black Sheep,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tubeway Army,
The Real Kids,
The Angels of Light,
Pagans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soul II Soul,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bush Tetras,
The Searchers,
Electric Prunes,
The Dirtbombs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Masters at Work,
Aloha Tigers,
Siglo XX,
Henry Cow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Alphaville,
Bobby Womack,
DNA,
Stiv Bators,
The United States of America,
Hoover,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Donny Hathaway,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pierre Henry,
Buzzcocks,
The Last Poets,
Pere Ubu,
Quando Quango,
Fear,
Minnie Riperton,
Moebius,
Can,
Quadrant,
The Gap Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Martian,
Youth Brigade,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gabor Szabo,
Aaron Thompson,
Mo-Dettes,
Bob Dylan,
Funky Four + One,
The Trojans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Skriet,
Saccharine Trust,
Brothers Johnson,
Brand Nubian,
Bobby Byrd,
The Mummies,
The Residents,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.