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 Slovenia and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Banda Bassotti to the dance 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soulsonic Force,
Underground Resistance,
Urselle,
Barry Ungar,
the Slits,
Cybotron,
John Coltrane,
Lightning Bolt,
The Litter,
Technova,
June Days,
Donald Byrd,
Leonard Cohen,
Harpers Bizarre,
Flash Fearless,
The Pop Group,
FM Einheit,
DNA,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Monochrome Set,
Arthur Verocai,
Michelle Simonal,
Camouflage,
John Foxx,
Terrestrial Tones,
Simply Red,
The Searchers,
Oneida,
Magazine,
The Victims,
James White and The Blacks,
Nils Olav,
Gang Starr,
Porter Ricks,
Peter and Kerry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Idris Muhammad,
Cluster,
Piero Umiliani,
Archie Shepp,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Bar-Kays,
Easy Going,
The Toasters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Pus,
Albert Ayler,
Whodini,
Tim Buckley,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Infiniti,
Adolescents,
Maurizio,
Wings,
DJ Sneak,
Donny Hathaway,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Camberwell Now,
The Gun Club,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.