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 Spain and from Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Oblivians to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Yellowson,
The Standells,
The Vogues,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kas Product,
Oblivians,
Public Enemy,
Buzzcocks,
Juan Atkins,
Royal Trux,
Peter & Gordon,
CMW,
Grey Daturas,
Radio Birdman,
X-101,
Newcleus,
Wasted Youth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Darondo,
10cc,
Bobby Sherman,
The J.B.'s,
The United States of America,
The Golliwogs,
Slick Rick,
The Saints,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gabor Szabo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roxette,
Wally Richardson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rapeman,
Mo-Dettes,
Youth Brigade,
Harmonia,
Cal Tjader,
Kayak,
Roxy Music,
The Human League,
Jerry's Kids,
Boogie Down Productions,
Don Cherry,
DJ Style,
Pet Shop Boys,
Minnie Riperton,
Nik Kershaw,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Howard Jones,
It's A Beautiful Day,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Sonics,
Echospace,
Bronski Beat,
Ultravox,
Metal Thangz,
Jacob Miller,
Model 500,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.