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 Dominica and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 T.S.O.L. to the techno 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Motorama,
Whodini,
The Gories,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Panda Bear,
The Black Dice,
Idris Muhammad,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Golliwogs,
Sonic Youth,
Bootsy Collins,
Swans,
Gang Green,
Joey Negro,
Kerri Chandler,
The Motions,
In Retrospect,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Slits,
Goldenarms,
Black Sheep,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bronski Beat,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jawbox,
Camberwell Now,
the Soft Cell,
New Age Steppers,
Livin' Joy,
Adolescents,
David Axelrod,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lou Reed,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Modern Lovers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bauhaus,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Moleskins,
Blake Baxter,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jeff Mills,
Stiv Bators,
Dave Gahan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Al Stewart,
Sound Behaviour,
Wire,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Khruangbin,
Cal Tjader,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Standells,
DNA,
Dead Boys,
The Smoke,
Procol Harum,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Brass Construction,
Black Flag,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.