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 Iceland and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Minor Threat to the jazz 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Howard Jones,
Ohio Players,
Jeff Lynne,
The Durutti Column,
Alton Ellis,
Agitation Free,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Procol Harum,
Godley & Creme,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Symarip,
Smog,
Moebius,
Eden Ahbez,
Rufus Thomas,
Nick Fraelich,
LL Cool J,
This Heat,
Marine Girls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Moon,
Charles Mingus,
Steve Hackett,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Second Layer,
Visage,
The Birthday Party,
Wire,
CMW,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Boz Scaggs,
Alice Coltrane,
The Kinks,
The Walker Brothers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ken Boothe,
Soft Cell,
Unrelated Segments,
Au Pairs,
Quantec,
Piero Umiliani,
Lyres,
Kaleidoscope,
JFA,
Cal Tjader,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soul Sonic Force,
MC5,
Girls At Our Best!,
Newcleus,
The Velvet Underground,
Adolescents,
Aaron Thompson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Severed Heads,
The Standells,
Cybotron,
Roxette,
Skarface,
Yellowson,
Anakelly,
Jandek,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.