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 Uzbekistan and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ralphi Rosario to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Lindisfarne,
The Fortunes,
Cheater Slicks,
Y Pants,
The Gap Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Nick Fraelich,
LL Cool J,
Roxette,
The Move,
Scientists,
Crash Course in Science,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marcia Griffiths,
X-Ray Spex,
A Certain Ratio,
Schoolly D,
Kaleidoscope,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cymande,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
H. Thieme,
The Victims,
Los Fastidios,
Theoretical Girls,
June of 44,
The Vogues,
The Walker Brothers,
The Golliwogs,
The Blues Magoos,
Shuggie Otis,
Icehouse,
Cal Tjader,
Porter Ricks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bluetip,
Circle Jerks,
Soft Machine,
Roger Hodgson,
Gang Green,
The Last Poets,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Brothers Johnson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
David Axelrod,
Nas,
Saccharine Trust,
Kayak,
Ten City,
Judy Mowatt,
Goldenarms,
Royal Trux,
Whodini,
Gastr Del Sol,
Public Enemy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Spoonie Gee,
Bill Near,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Vladislav Delay,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.