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 Liechtenstein and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Davy DMX to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Amazonics,
Guru Guru,
Rekid,
Maleditus Sound,
Main Source,
The Monks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Darondo,
Soul II Soul,
The Mojo Men,
Mad Mike,
Y Pants,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rapeman,
8 Eyed Spy,
Freddie Wadling,
Robert Görl,
Robert Hood,
Maurizio,
Derrick Morgan,
the Normal,
Ken Boothe,
CMW,
The Happenings,
Panda Bear,
Bauhaus,
The Gladiators,
The Slits,
Cybotron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
JFA,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Quantec,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jeru the Damaja,
Laurel Aitken,
Average White Band,
Desert Stars,
the Sonics,
Man Eating Sloth,
DNA,
10cc,
Easy Going,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Gories,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
FM Einheit,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Grey Daturas,
The Cramps,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eric B and Rakim,
Faust,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Aural Exciters,
Suicide,
Dennis Brown,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.