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 Djibouti and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the rap 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Scratch Acid,
The Flesh Eaters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Peter and Kerry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Residents,
The Motions,
E-Dancer,
Parry Music,
June Days,
Mission of Burma,
The Skatalites,
Ronan,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Five Americans,
Judy Mowatt,
Toni Rubio,
Nils Olav,
Isaac Hayes,
The American Breed,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The J.B.'s,
Agent Orange,
KRS-One,
DNA,
Cecil Taylor,
Average White Band,
Q and Not U,
Basic Channel,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marc Almond,
Connie Case,
Malaria!,
The Neon Judgement,
Aswad,
Wally Richardson,
Yellowson,
Intrusion,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Pop Group,
Von Mondo,
B.T. Express,
The Litter,
Harmonia,
Gregory Isaacs,
Minor Threat,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nirvana,
Gang of Four,
The Leaves,
Crash Course in Science,
Moss Icon,
Livin' Joy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bang On A Can,
The Young Rascals,
Cheater Slicks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sällskapet,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.