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 Vietnam and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Doobie Brothers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Swans,
Tres Demented,
John Coltrane,
Reuben Wilson,
Fatback Band,
Camouflage,
Black Pus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fall,
Minor Threat,
Black Sheep,
Gang Starr,
Wolf Eyes,
Slick Rick,
Curtis Mayfield,
DJ Style,
Iggy Pop,
Underground Resistance,
Grauzone,
Graham Central Station,
Lightning Bolt,
Amazonics,
The Trojans,
Bad Manners,
Marine Girls,
AZ,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Alarm Clocks,
Absolute Body Control,
The Human League,
Panda Bear,
Joe Smooth,
Magazine,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Andrew Hill,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Move,
The Barracudas,
Severed Heads,
Barbara Tucker,
Con Funk Shun,
Sonic Youth,
Ice-T,
KRS-One,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kurtis Blow,
Susan Cadogan,
Flash Fearless,
The Zeros,
Brand Nubian,
The Raincoats,
Aswad,
Henry Cow,
Freddie Wadling,
Matthew Bourne,
Motorama,
Neu!,
Danielle Patucci,
Nils Olav,
Pet Shop Boys,
Interpol,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.