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 Nigeria and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro 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 Radiohead to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nas,
Shoche,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Amazonics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lower 48,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
T. Rex,
Public Enemy,
The Birthday Party,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Infiniti,
The Standells,
Electric Prunes,
Charles Mingus,
Q65,
Depeche Mode,
Reuben Wilson,
The Names,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pulsallama,
Byron Stingily,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Quando Quango,
Smog,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sandy B,
Goldenarms,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Arab on Radar,
Zero Boys,
Bobby Byrd,
The Star Department,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Toasters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crime,
The Martian,
Harmonia,
Eric Copeland,
X-102,
Roxy Music,
Basic Channel,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Oneida,
Deakin,
Gong,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bush Tetras,
The Happenings,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roxette,
Talk Talk,
Tomorrow,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nik Kershaw,
The Modern Lovers,
Joey Negro,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.