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 Slovenia and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Thompson Twins,
Cymande,
Cal Tjader,
Isaac Hayes,
ABBA,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sonic Youth,
Nation of Ulysses,
Main Source,
Hasil Adkins,
The Happenings,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Thee Headcoats,
The Gories,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Los Fastidios,
Slave,
Scientists,
Infiniti,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Throbbing Gristle,
Oneida,
Rekid,
Tom Boy,
Junior Murvin,
Fluxion,
Con Funk Shun,
Animal Collective,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Oblivians,
Aloha Tigers,
Roxette,
The Sound,
Television,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Doors,
The Residents,
A Certain Ratio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nik Kershaw,
Sexual Harrassment,
FM Einheit,
Country Teasers,
Pantytec,
Stetsasonic,
Ralphi Rosario,
PIL,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Smog,
Harry Pussy,
Nas,
Second Layer,
The Fortunes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mission of Burma,
Avey Tare,
Soul II Soul,
Charles Mingus,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.