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 Philippines and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the dance 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Y Pants,
The Moody Blues,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
MDC,
Neil Young,
Ornette Coleman,
Index,
Hashim,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wally Richardson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Country Teasers,
Terry Callier,
Funkadelic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Matthew Bourne,
Radio Birdman,
Ponytail,
The Searchers,
Deakin,
The Evens,
Rotary Connection,
Subhumans,
The Motions,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jeru the Damaja,
Buzzcocks,
Roxy Music,
Piero Umiliani,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Coltrane,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Divine Comedy,
Al Stewart,
Supertramp,
Newcleus,
In Retrospect,
Tommy Roe,
Archie Shepp,
Essential Logic,
Scott Walker,
The Angels of Light,
Interpol,
The Walker Brothers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Pretty Things,
Bobby Byrd,
Scan 7,
David Bowie,
Silicon Teens,
David McCallum,
Fela Kuti,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Icehouse,
Bizarre Inc.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jeff Lynne,
Barry Ungar,
Boogie Down Productions,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.