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 El Salvador and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Eurythmics,
Agitation Free,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Harry Pussy,
Max Romeo,
Spandau Ballet,
Symarip,
Jandek,
Supertramp,
Radiohead,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pagans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Grauzone,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Procol Harum,
Rapeman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mars,
Depeche Mode,
Newcleus,
Josef K,
Ten City,
The United States of America,
Magma,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roy Ayers,
Little Man,
Niagra,
Tim Buckley,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ken Boothe,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
New Age Steppers,
Robert Görl,
Arthur Verocai,
F. McDonald,
Ultravox,
The Young Rascals,
The Grass Roots,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Cale,
In Retrospect,
Television,
Peter & Gordon,
The Count Five,
One Last Wish,
The Monks,
Icehouse,
Gang Green,
Thompson Twins,
Albert Ayler,
The Star Department,
K-Klass,
Schoolly D,
Lungfish,
Frankie Knuckles,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.