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 Portugal and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
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 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 Public Image Ltd. to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
The Kinks,
Symarip,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roxette,
a-ha,
Tom Boy,
Bobby Byrd,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Slits,
Mad Mike,
Rod Modell,
MC5,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Procol Harum,
Johnny Clarke,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sixth Finger,
Cheater Slicks,
Matthew Bourne,
Lyres,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Godley & Creme,
Shoche,
Half Japanese,
Judy Mowatt,
In Retrospect,
Little Man,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jeff Lynne,
Minor Threat,
Pagans,
Barrington Levy,
Spandau Ballet,
The Monks,
Ice-T,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Anthony Braxton,
Depeche Mode,
Agent Orange,
Basic Channel,
Second Layer,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pole,
The Mojo Men,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Neil Young,
Hashim,
The Associates,
Black Sheep,
cv313,
The Star Department,
The Raincoats,
Cameo,
Can,
Blossom Toes,
The Monochrome Set,
The Blackbyrds,
Drexciya,
Flash Fearless,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.