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 Kenya and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Depeche Mode to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Associates,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crispian St. Peters,
Blake Baxter,
the Bar-Kays,
Alison Limerick,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Model 500,
Subhumans,
Scrapy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
DJ Style,
The Angels of Light,
The American Breed,
Brick,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
In Retrospect,
Ultra Naté,
Albert Ayler,
Carl Craig,
Matthew Halsall,
Aswad,
Tres Demented,
Monks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Mummies,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Swans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Desert Stars,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Maleditus Sound,
Niagra,
The Remains,
Piero Umiliani,
Bootsy Collins,
Circle Jerks,
Brand Nubian,
Marc Almond,
Lower 48,
X-Ray Spex,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Slackers,
The Wake,
Von Mondo,
Joensuu 1685,
Pulsallama,
Essential Logic,
Fad Gadget,
Tropical Tobacco,
L. Decosne,
Liliput,
MDC,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.