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 Ukraine and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Saccharine Trust 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
MC5,
Danielle Patucci,
X-Ray Spex,
Wire,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Davy DMX,
Flipper,
Isaac Hayes,
Idris Muhammad,
Mr. Review,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Yusef Lateef,
Icehouse,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Pop Group,
Ice-T,
Pussy Galore,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Selecter,
La Düsseldorf,
Bill Near,
KRS-One,
Desert Stars,
Chris Corsano,
Cecil Taylor,
Crooked Eye,
The Fugs,
Alison Limerick,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Section 25,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sight & Sound,
Dave Gahan,
The Slackers,
Marmalade,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Suicide,
Nation of Ulysses,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobby Sherman,
Rekid,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bluetip,
X-101,
Mary Jane Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobby Womack,
Ash Ra Tempel,
These Immortal Souls,
Marvin Gaye,
One Last Wish,
Pierre Henry,
Erykah Badu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stetsasonic,
Al Stewart,
Bobby Byrd,
Anakelly,
Interpol,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.