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 Bahamas and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Busters to the dance 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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sugar Minott,
David Bowie,
Wally Richardson,
Peter and Kerry,
Nils Olav,
Roxette,
Jacob Miller,
Delon & Dalcan,
Robert Görl,
Boz Scaggs,
Pagans,
Iggy Pop,
Buzzcocks,
Aaron Thompson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Doobie Brothers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Misunderstood,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Litter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cymande,
The Real Kids,
Michelle Simonal,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Agent Orange,
The Dirtbombs,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cluster,
Amon Düül,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sister Nancy,
Joy Division,
Arthur Verocai,
a-ha,
La Düsseldorf,
Eli Mardock,
Connie Case,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bill Wells,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roy Ayers,
Mandrill,
PIL,
The Busters,
the Association,
U.S. Maple,
Pantytec,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dave Gahan,
The Barracudas,
Joe Finger,
Althea and Donna,
Heaven 17,
The Count Five,
Radiopuhelimet,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.