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 Mozambique and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Alarm Clocks to the grime 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Matthew Halsall,
Yaz,
Roy Ayers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Electric Prunes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Sheep,
Livin' Joy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ronnie Foster,
Stereo Dub,
Infiniti,
Television,
Hashim,
Los Fastidios,
The Doors,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nico,
Derrick May,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Vainqueur,
Siglo XX,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Dirtbombs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Simply Red,
The Blackbyrds,
Eddi Front,
Yellowson,
The Beau Brummels,
The Associates,
Kayak,
Lyres,
Idris Muhammad,
Dave Gahan,
the Association,
The Martian,
Silicon Teens,
Scientists,
Erykah Badu,
Sun City Girls,
The Smiths,
Glenn Branca,
The Pretty Things,
The Vogues,
Suicide,
Moebius,
the Soft Cell,
R.M.O.,
Japan,
Prince Buster,
Cymande,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Dead C,
the Normal,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.