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 Denmark and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the rap 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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Germs,
MC5,
Donny Hathaway,
Lower 48,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Underground Resistance,
Fat Boys,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
DNA,
Duran Duran,
Funky Four + One,
Judy Mowatt,
Dennis Brown,
X-101,
Fluxion,
Electric Light Orchestra,
June Days,
Bobby Hutcherson,
F. McDonald,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rod Modell,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Young Rascals,
Slick Rick,
Graham Central Station,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Camouflage,
Magma,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Electric Prunes,
Buzzcocks,
The Motions,
Talk Talk,
John Lydon,
The Kinks,
Grey Daturas,
Scott Walker,
Terry Callier,
Vainqueur,
Crispy Ambulance,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Altered Images,
Rekid,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Stereo Dub,
Mo-Dettes,
John Cale,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lou Reed,
Inner City,
Das Ding,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bill Wells,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.