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 Belize and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 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 Lou Reed to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick 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?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Music Machine,
Zapp,
Joe Finger,
Metal Thangz,
Johnny Clarke,
The Human League,
Radio Birdman,
Amon Düül,
Todd Rundgren,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Country Teasers,
Maurizio,
Faust,
James White and The Blacks,
Lightning Bolt,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Mojo Men,
Technova,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eden Ahbez,
David McCallum,
Andrew Hill,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Residents,
Kerri Chandler,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Agent Orange,
DNA,
the Slits,
FM Einheit,
Barbara Tucker,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ice-T,
Leonard Cohen,
Isaac Hayes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pole,
The Black Dice,
Anakelly,
Cameo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Howard Jones,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Evens,
the Sonics,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Dirtbombs,
Intrusion,
Bronski Beat,
Fad Gadget,
Connie Case,
Slave,
Television,
Livin' Joy,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.