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 Finland and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Funkadelic to the rock 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Nation of Ulysses,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gabor Szabo,
The Birthday Party,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Radiopuhelimet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Half Japanese,
Monolake,
Mandrill,
Alison Limerick,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marc Almond,
Janne Schatter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gerry Rafferty,
Babytalk,
Zapp,
This Heat,
the Sonics,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Siglo XX,
Minutemen,
Cluster,
Silicon Teens,
China Crisis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Remains,
The Knickerbockers,
Al Stewart,
The Motions,
The Moleskins,
Dave Gahan,
Robert Wyatt,
Barry Ungar,
The Residents,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Circle Jerks,
Moss Icon,
Vladislav Delay,
the Swans,
Gang Green,
John Coltrane,
The Misunderstood,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Royal Trux,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Robert Hood,
Anakelly,
Hoover,
Piero Umiliani,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Organ,
The Fire Engines,
Lou Christie,
Derrick May,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.