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 Greece and from London.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mr. Review to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
The American Breed,
The Standells,
Max Romeo,
Hardrive,
Joensuu 1685,
Soulsonic Force,
Ronan,
Bauhaus,
Royal Trux,
Half Japanese,
Erykah Badu,
Masters at Work,
48th St. Collective,
Bobby Sherman,
Spoonie Gee,
X-101,
F. McDonald,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ohio Players,
Erasure,
The Red Krayola,
The Invisible,
Maurizio,
The Leaves,
Con Funk Shun,
Inner City,
Shoche,
Hot Snakes,
Black Pus,
Blancmange,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Glambeats Corp.,
Boredoms,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Stetsasonic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Man Parrish,
Silicon Teens,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Motions,
Cymande,
Tropical Tobacco,
Warsaw,
Marvin Gaye,
Minnie Riperton,
The Beau Brummels,
New York Dolls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Index,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Cowsills,
Gang Starr,
The Monks,
Jeff Mills,
Duran Duran,
The Names,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.