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 Azerbaijan and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Model 500 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Franke,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Television Personalities,
Ultra Naté,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Glenn Branca,
Von Mondo,
Eric Copeland,
Tubeway Army,
Kenny Larkin,
Curtis Mayfield,
Alison Limerick,
Lungfish,
Stockholm Monsters,
Heaven 17,
Surgeon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sandy B,
Bang On A Can,
Sugar Minott,
Kayak,
Procol Harum,
Michelle Simonal,
Zero Boys,
The Saints,
Blossom Toes,
the Germs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Cosmic Jokers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Los Fastidios,
Goldenarms,
Chrome,
Chris Corsano,
The Monks,
Section 25,
Harry Pussy,
Bluetip,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scion,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crash Course in Science,
Neil Young,
Half Japanese,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nick Fraelich,
Lalann,
Prince Buster,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
DJ Style,
Rakim,
Youth Brigade,
John Lydon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Moby Grape,
Reagan Youth,
Country Teasers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Remains,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.