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 Jamaica and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet 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 Eurythmics to the electroclash 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Yaz,
the Germs,
Al Stewart,
Porter Ricks,
Can,
The Fortunes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lungfish,
The Beau Brummels,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cal Tjader,
Fela Kuti,
Main Source,
Loose Ends,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Music Machine,
Kaleidoscope,
Reagan Youth,
the Swans,
The Martian,
The Shadows of Knight,
Drexciya,
Donny Hathaway,
Monks,
Blancmange,
Goldenarms,
Danielle Patucci,
Freddie Wadling,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Mummies,
Ten City,
The Names,
Kerrie Biddell,
Amon Düül II,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rekid,
Bob Dylan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Janne Schatter,
Negative Approach,
The Trojans,
Crime,
Graham Central Station,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tears for Fears,
Girls At Our Best!,
E-Dancer,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Agent Orange,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Birthday Party,
Bobby Womack,
Aural Exciters,
Swans,
The Smiths,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Barracudas,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.