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 Guinea-Bissau and from Taipei.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 David McCallum to the funk 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Yaz,
Gong,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Slave,
Liliput,
Gregory Isaacs,
Erasure,
The Electric Prunes,
Glambeats Corp.,
T.S.O.L.,
L. Decosne,
Guru Guru,
Hot Snakes,
The J.B.'s,
Sugar Minott,
The Doobie Brothers,
K-Klass,
Brick,
Echospace,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fire Engines,
Minutemen,
Black Moon,
Moebius,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ice-T,
Swans,
Derrick May,
Pussy Galore,
The Cramps,
Radiopuhelimet,
Godley & Creme,
Kerri Chandler,
Matthew Halsall,
Monolake,
Junior Murvin,
Deakin,
Country Teasers,
The Human League,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Von Mondo,
John Lydon,
Terry Callier,
The Remains,
Y Pants,
Agitation Free,
The Moody Blues,
Ludus,
Heaven 17,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Brand Nubian,
Nas,
Bobby Byrd,
Marmalade,
Niagra,
Half Japanese,
Flash Fearless,
Maurizio,
David Bowie,
Smog,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.