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 United Kingdom and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Tom Verlaine 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 EPMD to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Moss Icon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Shadows of Knight,
Newcleus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Japan,
Bang On A Can,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Modern Lovers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Symarip,
Dawn Penn,
Carl Craig,
the Sonics,
Hoover,
Harry Pussy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Dead Boys,
Das Ding,
Procol Harum,
Ultravox,
The J.B.'s,
Yellowson,
Jandek,
Duran Duran,
The Count Five,
Altered Images,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Flipper,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Wake,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gang Gang Dance,
10cc,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sparks,
John Foxx,
Joe Finger,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sex Pistols,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Bar-Kays,
Tom Boy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ohio Players,
The Gun Club,
Fugazi,
Yusef Lateef,
Kas Product,
Neu!,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Techniques,
the Human League,
Skarface,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Moon,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.