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 Pakistan and from Cairo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Crash Course in Science to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joensuu 1685,
Sex Pistols,
Mr. Review,
Grandmaster Flash,
Freddie Wadling,
Donny Hathaway,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Reed,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Visage,
Fatback Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Fifty Foot Hose,
MC5,
Fad Gadget,
Joy Division,
Clear Light,
Blossom Toes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
In Retrospect,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Suburban Knight,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Monolake,
Isaac Hayes,
Chrome,
This Heat,
Chris & Cosey,
Tres Demented,
Minnie Riperton,
The Grass Roots,
Joe Smooth,
Sonic Youth,
Ultimate Spinach,
The J.B.'s,
Slick Rick,
Boz Scaggs,
Roxy Music,
The Remains,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Angry Samoans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
LL Cool J,
The United States of America,
Little Man,
The Saints,
Newcleus,
The Smoke,
Lou Christie,
Warren Ellis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ten City,
Organ,
Wasted Youth,
Pussy Galore,
Wolf Eyes,
Bill Wells,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.