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 Cambodia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin 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 Main Source to the electroclash 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Darondo,
Delta 5,
Model 500,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobby Byrd,
Jacob Miller,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lucky Dragons,
Flipper,
Half Japanese,
Faust,
DJ Style,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gong,
Absolute Body Control,
Fear,
The Stooges,
Scott Walker,
Spandau Ballet,
Depeche Mode,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Knickerbockers,
Gabor Szabo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Flag,
The Dirtbombs,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Bar-Kays,
Slave,
Faraquet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ralphi Rosario,
Davy DMX,
Scan 7,
Skriet,
Severed Heads,
Freddie Wadling,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Morten Harket,
The Index,
The Modern Lovers,
In Retrospect,
Toni Rubio,
Khruangbin,
Banda Bassotti,
Duran Duran,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rod Modell,
Agent Orange,
David Bowie,
Bobby Sherman,
Das Ding,
Gang Green,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.