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 Indonesia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar 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 Deadbeat to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Deepchord,
Amon Düül II,
Tears for Fears,
The Music Machine,
Make Up,
Barclay James Harvest,
R.M.O.,
Judy Mowatt,
Marc Almond,
Toni Rubio,
Procol Harum,
John Lydon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hashim,
Big Daddy Kane,
X-101,
DNA,
Flamin' Groovies,
Metal Thangz,
Marshall Jefferson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gang Gang Dance,
kango's stein massive,
The Gories,
Niagra,
Brothers Johnson,
Television Personalities,
Eddi Front,
Amazonics,
Monolake,
Ponytail,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Popol Vuh,
Don Cherry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Archie Shepp,
Black Flag,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Faust,
The Modern Lovers,
Boz Scaggs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wire,
Susan Cadogan,
Quadrant,
Sparks,
Intrusion,
Henry Cow,
The Real Kids,
MDC,
The Move,
Crime,
A Certain Ratio,
Bush Tetras,
Soulsonic Force,
Kool Moe Dee,
Animal Collective,
Iggy Pop,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.