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 Serbia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord 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 Neil Young to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Lou Christie,
Flipper,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eric B and Rakim,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Moon,
Japan,
The Associates,
Funky Four + One,
The Searchers,
The Victims,
New Order,
Iggy Pop,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Metal Thangz,
Maleditus Sound,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roger Hodgson,
Rapeman,
Country Teasers,
Depeche Mode,
Frankie Knuckles,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dark Day,
Easy Going,
Matthew Halsall,
Siglo XX,
Echospace,
Nils Olav,
John Foxx,
Peter & Gordon,
Al Stewart,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Audionom,
Johnny Clarke,
Bronski Beat,
H. Thieme,
Cluster,
Essential Logic,
The Fire Engines,
Excepter,
The Divine Comedy,
Grey Daturas,
The Gories,
Jeff Mills,
Mr. Review,
John Cale,
The Dead C,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Black Dice,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jacob Miller,
Skriet,
Tommy Roe,
Moss Icon,
Banda Bassotti,
Youth Brigade,
the Germs,
Section 25,
Magazine,
Robert Wyatt,
Piero Umiliani,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.