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 Djibouti and from New York.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 T. Rex to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Slackers,
The Black Dice,
The Invisible,
Archie Shepp,
Y Pants,
Blake Baxter,
Rod Modell,
Icehouse,
The Birthday Party,
The Happenings,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pylon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
ABC,
Jerry Gold Smith,
New Order,
Amazonics,
The Last Poets,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Aswad,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alphaville,
The Leaves,
Radiopuhelimet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sound Behaviour,
Brand Nubian,
Kaleidoscope,
Nils Olav,
Spandau Ballet,
UT,
Model 500,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Severed Heads,
Wally Richardson,
Barrington Levy,
Black Sheep,
Jawbox,
Juan Atkins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fortunes,
Accadde A,
The Misunderstood,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Khruangbin,
Gang Green,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rosa Yemen,
Jesper Dahlback,
The New Christs,
New York Dolls,
Graham Central Station,
Lower 48,
The Stooges,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.