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 Venezuela and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Tears for Fears to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mission of Burma,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Black Dice,
JFA,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roxy Music,
Todd Rundgren,
Radiohead,
Reagan Youth,
Los Fastidios,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Curtis Mayfield,
Unrelated Segments,
The Mummies,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
U.S. Maple,
Michelle Simonal,
Cymande,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Theoretical Girls,
June Days,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Electric Prunes,
The Smiths,
The Leaves,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Skaos,
Faust,
the Soft Cell,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Livin' Joy,
Fluxion,
Marshall Jefferson,
Alton Ellis,
Hashim,
The Divine Comedy,
Moby Grape,
Second Layer,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wasted Youth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Birthday Party,
PIL,
Metal Thangz,
Niagra,
The Buckinghams,
The Gories,
Nick Fraelich,
Gastr Del Sol,
Camberwell Now,
Prince Buster,
The Dirtbombs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Minny Pops,
Nico,
Reuben Wilson,
The Five Americans,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.