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 Slovakia and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Joy Division to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wolf Eyes,
EPMD,
Robert Görl,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scott Walker,
Quando Quango,
Popol Vuh,
John Holt,
Piero Umiliani,
Grey Daturas,
The Leaves,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marmalade,
Aloha Tigers,
David Bowie,
Hashim,
Amazonics,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ultravox,
The Slits,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jeff Lynne,
Anthony Braxton,
L. Decosne,
China Crisis,
Can,
Warsaw,
Danielle Patucci,
The Moleskins,
The Doobie Brothers,
Japan,
The Gories,
Minutemen,
The Dave Clark Five,
UT,
Organ,
Black Pus,
Hoover,
Bill Wells,
Visage,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Human League,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jandek,
8 Eyed Spy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Donald Byrd,
Roger Hodgson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nas,
DJ Style,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Buckinghams,
Von Mondo,
Sarah Menescal,
The Mummies,
The Selecter,
Fear,
Warren Ellis,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.