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 Oman and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer 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 Gang Starr to the crunk 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Magma,
Anakelly,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bill Near,
Average White Band,
The Red Krayola,
The Human League,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joy Division,
June Days,
Dorothy Ashby,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Angry Samoans,
Rapeman,
Ice-T,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Slave,
The Victims,
Connie Case,
T. Rex,
Little Man,
Funky Four + One,
Youth Brigade,
Todd Rundgren,
Crime,
Tubeway Army,
Amazonics,
Sixth Finger,
Crispy Ambulance,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jerry Gold Smith,
kango's stein massive,
Cameo,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Reed,
Nation of Ulysses,
Swell Maps,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jacob Miller,
AZ,
Johnny Osbourne,
48th St. Collective,
Josef K,
The Moleskins,
Eddi Front,
Sarah Menescal,
The Neon Judgement,
Joe Finger,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Mummies,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jerry's Kids,
Icehouse,
Au Pairs,
Shoche,
The Names,
Reagan Youth,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.