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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Lou Reed 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 Y Pants to the rap 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Guru Guru,
Eric B and Rakim,
Shoche,
The Real Kids,
Fat Boys,
Warsaw,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hot Snakes,
Sister Nancy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Erykah Badu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gichy Dan,
Can,
Saccharine Trust,
Accadde A,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Boredoms,
Masters at Work,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Shadows of Knight,
Piero Umiliani,
Stiv Bators,
The Mojo Men,
Kas Product,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Happenings,
Sun Ra,
Subhumans,
Neu!,
Warren Ellis,
The Moody Blues,
Juan Atkins,
Laurel Aitken,
Monolake,
E-Dancer,
Franke,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dual Sessions,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Toasters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Barbara Tucker,
Zero Boys,
Robert Wyatt,
Mars,
Howard Jones,
Letta Mbulu,
Stereo Dub,
Danielle Patucci,
Metal Thangz,
Cymande,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fugs,
Porter Ricks,
Parry Music,
Kayak,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.