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 Marshall Islands and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 In Retrospect to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
FM Einheit,
Minnie Riperton,
Mantronix,
Moebius,
AZ,
Bush Tetras,
Grauzone,
Aaron Thompson,
X-102,
Skarface,
The Offenders,
The J.B.'s,
The Music Machine,
The Doors,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gil Scott Heron,
Howard Jones,
Scan 7,
Tubeway Army,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lungfish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
B.T. Express,
Electric Prunes,
Fatback Band,
The Residents,
Pulsallama,
La Düsseldorf,
Hashim,
Todd Terry,
Scientists,
Marvin Gaye,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dave Gahan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Minor Threat,
The Moleskins,
The Pretty Things,
Scrapy,
This Heat,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
David Axelrod,
KRS-One,
L. Decosne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Count Five,
Johnny Clarke,
Agitation Free,
DJ Style,
Thompson Twins,
The Human League,
Derrick Morgan,
Liliput,
Flipper,
Babytalk,
Quadrant,
Make Up,
Brand Nubian,
Icehouse,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Move,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.