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 Romania and from Paris.
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 Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb 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 Television Personalities to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
The American Breed,
Joensuu 1685,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tres Demented,
T. Rex,
Jeff Mills,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Graham Central Station,
Minnie Riperton,
Drexciya,
Connie Case,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Lydon,
Kurtis Blow,
the Soft Cell,
Scientists,
Franke,
Hashim,
The Invisible,
Parry Music,
Television Personalities,
Index,
June of 44,
Skriet,
Yellowson,
The Slackers,
Fluxion,
Hot Snakes,
Joe Smooth,
Scan 7,
Saccharine Trust,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Skatalites,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Newcleus,
The Mojo Men,
Make Up,
Barbara Tucker,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jacob Miller,
Shoche,
the Association,
Pagans,
Q65,
Thee Headcoats,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tomorrow,
The Misunderstood,
China Crisis,
Tom Boy,
CMW,
Joe Finger,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sandy B,
Eurythmics,
Hasil Adkins,
Banda Bassotti,
The Monochrome Set,
Sex Pistols,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.