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 Iran and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ 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 Eric B and Rakim to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
The Standells,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cheater Slicks,
Neu!,
Lyres,
Boredoms,
The Names,
Banda Bassotti,
Warren Ellis,
Eddi Front,
Shuggie Otis,
Bad Manners,
Carl Craig,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Con Funk Shun,
Outsiders,
Harpers Bizarre,
H. Thieme,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Moss Icon,
Pierre Henry,
The Selecter,
Kayak,
KRS-One,
The Remains,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Victims,
Eric Copeland,
Joyce Sims,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Young Marble Giants,
Model 500,
Echospace,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Liliput,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Stiv Bators,
MDC,
Suburban Knight,
Bill Wells,
June of 44,
Quantec,
Q and Not U,
Television Personalities,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fluxion,
The Kinks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scan 7,
Harmonia,
R.M.O.,
CMW,
Groovy Waters,
Depeche Mode,
The Evens,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Johnny Clarke,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Leaves,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.