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 Laos and from Delhi.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 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 Lee Hazlewood to the jazz 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Charles Mingus,
Grauzone,
U.S. Maple,
Chrome,
The Knickerbockers,
Aswad,
Simply Red,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Con Funk Shun,
D'Angelo,
Altered Images,
Michelle Simonal,
Scratch Acid,
PIL,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wally Richardson,
L. Decosne,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Flag,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sällskapet,
Gastr Del Sol,
Drive Like Jehu,
June of 44,
10cc,
Brass Construction,
New Order,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Laurel Aitken,
Camberwell Now,
Section 25,
The Fortunes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Negative Approach,
Niagra,
Yaz,
Ronan,
Cheater Slicks,
Drexciya,
Dawn Penn,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Wake,
Bush Tetras,
Cymande,
Throbbing Gristle,
Todd Terry,
Lou Christie,
Flipper,
The Dirtbombs,
Barry Ungar,
The Index,
Dual Sessions,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Slits,
Can,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nik Kershaw,
The Martian,
Fat Boys,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.