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 Suriname and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the grunge 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
EPMD,
Todd Rundgren,
Man Parrish,
Subhumans,
Lyres,
Byron Stingily,
Black Pus,
Pet Shop Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Gories,
Urselle,
Althea and Donna,
Kenny Larkin,
Dave Gahan,
The Dirtbombs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
David McCallum,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Y Pants,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sound Behaviour,
Dawn Penn,
Sixth Finger,
Blossom Toes,
Eve St. Jones,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Coltrane,
The Young Rascals,
Pussy Galore,
A Certain Ratio,
Flash Fearless,
Negative Approach,
Pere Ubu,
Outsiders,
Mandrill,
Barry Ungar,
ABBA,
Newcleus,
X-Ray Spex,
Anakelly,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Q and Not U,
Soul II Soul,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Human League,
Al Stewart,
The American Breed,
The Dead C,
Radiohead,
Max Romeo,
Shoche,
Suicide,
Maleditus Sound,
Harpers Bizarre,
Q65,
Chris Corsano,
The Electric Prunes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Seeds,
the Bar-Kays,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.