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 Benin and from Manila.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Goldenarms to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
The Sound,
The Skatalites,
Pulsallama,
Organ,
Gong,
Livin' Joy,
Danielle Patucci,
Quadrant,
The Pop Group,
The Dirtbombs,
Deadbeat,
Sarah Menescal,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Associates,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gang Green,
The Five Americans,
The Tremeloes,
Fad Gadget,
Roxy Music,
The Happenings,
The New Christs,
Model 500,
Slick Rick,
Steve Hackett,
Thee Headcoats,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Swans,
Juan Atkins,
Hashim,
Jeru the Damaja,
DJ Sneak,
Mary Jane Girls,
AZ,
Bang On A Can,
the Human League,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Urselle,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Bar-Kays,
Harmonia,
Gang Starr,
the Soft Cell,
Darondo,
Little Man,
Make Up,
Jerry's Kids,
Kurtis Blow,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Cale,
Desert Stars,
Babytalk,
The Wake,
Max Romeo,
E-Dancer,
Scan 7,
The Dave Clark Five,
Infiniti,
Soul II Soul,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.