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 Belarus and from Portland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the jazz 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Lakeside,
Unrelated Segments,
Aaron Thompson,
Hardrive,
Country Teasers,
Prince Buster,
Y Pants,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Young Rascals,
Joy Division,
Mr. Review,
Roxette,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Patti Smith,
Fugazi,
The Tremeloes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Angry Samoans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bad Manners,
Fela Kuti,
Ultra Naté,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Deakin,
F. McDonald,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Warsaw,
Kurtis Blow,
Chrome,
Ralphi Rosario,
Boredoms,
Joe Finger,
Morten Harket,
Alison Limerick,
Aswad,
Iggy Pop,
Eric Copeland,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rod Modell,
Section 25,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Saccharine Trust,
Radiohead,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kerri Chandler,
Anthony Braxton,
Nirvana,
Aloha Tigers,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sun Ra,
Janne Schatter,
Eden Ahbez,
Steve Hackett,
Marvin Gaye,
Moebius,
Cal Tjader,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.