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 Solomon Islands and from Manchester.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Bauhaus to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Rosa Yemen,
Andrew Hill,
Zapp,
Depeche Mode,
Symarip,
AZ,
the Human League,
KRS-One,
This Heat,
Lightning Bolt,
Prince Buster,
DJ Style,
Average White Band,
Sex Pistols,
The Searchers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Basic Channel,
Alphaville,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Masters at Work,
The Raincoats,
8 Eyed Spy,
Echospace,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nick Fraelich,
David Axelrod,
Eurythmics,
The Slackers,
Darondo,
Bauhaus,
Blossom Toes,
Bill Wells,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Mummies,
Pantaleimon,
Morten Harket,
The United States of America,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scan 7,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rakim,
Eric Dolphy,
Mr. Review,
Bobby Sherman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rotary Connection,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Maleditus Sound,
Drexciya,
Easy Going,
Fugazi,
Can,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Pus,
New Age Steppers,
Dave Gahan,
Nas,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.