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 Azerbaijan and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
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 Radio Birdman to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dark Day,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bauhaus,
10cc,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Babytalk,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tres Demented,
Ludus,
Soul II Soul,
Desert Stars,
The Fortunes,
Arthur Verocai,
The Grass Roots,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fela Kuti,
Tom Boy,
Nirvana,
OOIOO,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Animal Collective,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gil Scott Heron,
Subhumans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Zapp,
Marmalade,
Thompson Twins,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fat Boys,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Flash Fearless,
Tomorrow,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rakim,
Mission of Burma,
Man Parrish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aloha Tigers,
DJ Style,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
a-ha,
The Smoke,
Newcleus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Alton Ellis,
Eddi Front,
Au Pairs,
Model 500,
FM Einheit,
Royal Trux,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Iggy Pop,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Holt,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Maleditus Sound,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.