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 Ireland and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Reagan Youth to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 '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 Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Slick Rick,
Silicon Teens,
Johnny Clarke,
The Black Dice,
Boredoms,
Little Man,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Lydon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Boz Scaggs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mars,
Frankie Knuckles,
Visage,
Rotary Connection,
The Toasters,
Scion,
Young Marble Giants,
Adolescents,
Grey Daturas,
Pole,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joe Finger,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Barrington Levy,
Skarface,
Simply Red,
Erasure,
Iggy Pop,
Accadde A,
Essential Logic,
Soul Sonic Force,
Barclay James Harvest,
Faust,
Bush Tetras,
Soul II Soul,
Eurythmics,
T. Rex,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Flipper,
Stiv Bators,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Arab on Radar,
Bill Wells,
Skriet,
Ituana,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Music Machine,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Trojans,
Chrome,
The Buckinghams,
Eric Copeland,
The Knickerbockers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Aaron Thompson,
Gang of Four,
the Slits,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.