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 Equatorial Guinea and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin 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 Patti Smith to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
The Cure,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobby Womack,
Fluxion,
The Misunderstood,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nas,
The Invisible,
The Kinks,
Absolute Body Control,
Dead Boys,
Ornette Coleman,
Kurtis Blow,
Sister Nancy,
Index,
MDC,
Yazoo,
The Names,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rapeman,
The Black Dice,
Essential Logic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Human League,
Arab on Radar,
Gang Starr,
D'Angelo,
Grey Daturas,
Newcleus,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang Gang Dance,
Swans,
The Dead C,
Todd Terry,
the Swans,
Y Pants,
The Mojo Men,
KRS-One,
Stiv Bators,
The Evens,
Patti Smith,
Grauzone,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joey Negro,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wings,
Avey Tare,
Nico,
Jeru the Damaja,
ABC,
Fad Gadget,
Barbara Tucker,
The Birthday Party,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cheater Slicks,
World's Most,
Animal Collective,
Cymande,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.