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 Chad and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Excepter to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Bobby Sherman,
The Moody Blues,
Buzzcocks,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Gap Band,
The Vogues,
Delta 5,
Scrapy,
Minnie Riperton,
The Sound,
Junior Murvin,
The Monks,
Make Up,
MDC,
The Smiths,
Simply Red,
Ohio Players,
Quadrant,
Marshall Jefferson,
Qualms,
David Axelrod,
Camberwell Now,
The Gories,
Sandy B,
John Coltrane,
Mr. Review,
The Techniques,
Moss Icon,
Hashim,
Kurtis Blow,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Neon Judgement,
Parry Music,
Brothers Johnson,
World's Most,
The Cowsills,
Organ,
D'Angelo,
Subhumans,
Juan Atkins,
Connie Case,
Outsiders,
Angry Samoans,
The Stooges,
Joey Negro,
The Misunderstood,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
JFA,
Severed Heads,
Q and Not U,
Nik Kershaw,
Scratch Acid,
Kaleidoscope,
Sonic Youth,
The Moleskins,
Lou Reed,
Byron Stingily,
Urselle,
Minny Pops,
Metal Thangz,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.