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 Seychelles and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare 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 Brick to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Depeche Mode,
Monks,
Skaos,
The Gun Club,
Tommy Roe,
Reagan Youth,
The Durutti Column,
cv313,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Donald Byrd,
Scan 7,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Junior Murvin,
Nico,
DJ Sneak,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Selecter,
Janne Schatter,
Eve St. Jones,
The Blues Magoos,
Marine Girls,
Peter & Gordon,
Mo-Dettes,
The Busters,
Scrapy,
Nirvana,
The Offenders,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Alphaville,
The Sound,
Eddi Front,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Golliwogs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Vladislav Delay,
Joe Smooth,
Crash Course in Science,
PIL,
Tim Buckley,
Model 500,
Flipper,
The Count Five,
Fela Kuti,
Soft Machine,
Charles Mingus,
Easy Going,
Amazonics,
Danielle Patucci,
Heaven 17,
Gabor Szabo,
B.T. Express,
Fluxion,
Scratch Acid,
Patti Smith,
Arthur Verocai,
T. Rex,
The Saints,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.