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 Guatemala and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Names to the dance 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
The Raincoats,
Wire,
The Grass Roots,
Rekid,
Gabor Szabo,
Quadrant,
Average White Band,
the Bar-Kays,
The Smoke,
48th St. Collective,
D'Angelo,
These Immortal Souls,
Patti Smith,
Wings,
A Certain Ratio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Unrelated Segments,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Black Dice,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Velvet Underground,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Sonics,
Minny Pops,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wally Richardson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
X-Ray Spex,
Ohio Players,
Bootsy Collins,
Funky Four + One,
X-101,
Pantytec,
Flash Fearless,
John Lydon,
One Last Wish,
Gichy Dan,
Panda Bear,
Bronski Beat,
June of 44,
Ronnie Foster,
Delta 5,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eric Copeland,
James White and The Blacks,
The Blues Magoos,
Scott Walker,
Sandy B,
the Normal,
Eve St. Jones,
Sparks,
Deepchord,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mary Jane Girls,
Faust,
Tim Buckley,
Sixth Finger,
Negative Approach,
Hot Snakes,
Angry Samoans,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.