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 New York.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 The Motions to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
D'Angelo,
U.S. Maple,
Soul Sonic Force,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Isaac Hayes,
Amon Düül,
Babytalk,
Bobby Womack,
David Bowie,
The Victims,
Toni Rubio,
Magma,
8 Eyed Spy,
Flipper,
Magazine,
Stereo Dub,
The Cure,
Monolake,
The Stooges,
Joey Negro,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crispy Ambulance,
R.M.O.,
Barbara Tucker,
Camouflage,
Rufus Thomas,
The Saints,
Icehouse,
The Cowsills,
Whodini,
Hot Snakes,
World's Most,
Roy Ayers,
Stetsasonic,
The Music Machine,
Alice Coltrane,
The Seeds,
Can,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Blackbyrds,
Al Stewart,
the Germs,
Panda Bear,
Fat Boys,
Wasted Youth,
Scan 7,
Talk Talk,
Parry Music,
Guru Guru,
Bill Wells,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hasil Adkins,
Porter Ricks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sugar Minott,
Masters at Work,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
T. Rex,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.