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 Tunisia and from Johannesburg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Young Marble Giants to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Stetsasonic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pierre Henry,
The Knickerbockers,
Sandy B,
the Soft Cell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mandrill,
Ultravox,
Easy Going,
Heaven 17,
Dark Day,
John Holt,
Ossler,
Spandau Ballet,
Dennis Brown,
Qualms,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rakim,
Davy DMX,
Stereo Dub,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soft Cell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bill Wells,
Mary Jane Girls,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Real Kids,
The Moody Blues,
Pylon,
Main Source,
The Fall,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kevin Saunderson,
Howard Jones,
Anakelly,
Faraquet,
Eric B and Rakim,
DJ Style,
Depeche Mode,
Negative Approach,
Max Romeo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
H. Thieme,
MDC,
The Leaves,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Monochrome Set,
Technova,
Eddi Front,
Quando Quango,
Eric Dolphy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Grey Daturas,
Marc Almond,
Camouflage,
Scan 7,
Skarface,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.