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 Austria and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ 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 DJ Sneak to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
One Last Wish,
Visage,
Ken Boothe,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Black Dice,
Kerri Chandler,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cal Tjader,
Roger Hodgson,
Sight & Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
The Human League,
The Sonics,
Rites of Spring,
Banda Bassotti,
Rakim,
Mo-Dettes,
Bang On A Can,
Agitation Free,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Magazine,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Amon Düül,
Lou Reed,
Dead Boys,
Soft Cell,
Harmonia,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cymande,
Barbara Tucker,
The Moleskins,
Saccharine Trust,
ABBA,
The Selecter,
Supertramp,
The Gories,
UT,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Remains,
The Victims,
The Martian,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wire,
James White and The Blacks,
La Düsseldorf,
The Stooges,
10cc,
Kas Product,
The Move,
Aswad,
Danielle Patucci,
Pagans,
Desert Stars,
Roxy Music,
Patti Smith,
Bill Near,
The Last Poets,
Oneida,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.