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 Suriname and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Von Mondo,
Yazoo,
Peter & Gordon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dave Gahan,
Tom Boy,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Real Kids,
Ronnie Foster,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cheater Slicks,
Oblivians,
The Index,
Chris & Cosey,
Soulsonic Force,
The Angels of Light,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Essential Logic,
New York Dolls,
The Smiths,
The Music Machine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nils Olav,
June of 44,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Liliput,
Ossler,
Accadde A,
Todd Terry,
Mr. Review,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Animal Collective,
Kevin Saunderson,
Thee Headcoats,
Graham Central Station,
Aural Exciters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Spoonie Gee,
The Stooges,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hasil Adkins,
Bauhaus,
Guru Guru,
Wasted Youth,
kango's stein massive,
the Normal,
The Electric Prunes,
Trumans Water,
Underground Resistance,
Piero Umiliani,
Los Fastidios,
Hardrive,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marine Girls,
Joe Smooth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
China Crisis,
Alison Limerick,
Average White Band,
Crooked Eye,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.