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 Mongolia and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba 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 F. McDonald to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Fad Gadget,
Connie Case,
The Litter,
Silicon Teens,
Sight & Sound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Five Americans,
Section 25,
Quadrant,
The Knickerbockers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Barracudas,
Can,
Rites of Spring,
Wolf Eyes,
Joe Finger,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Parry Music,
Minnie Riperton,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Thee Headcoats,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Y Pants,
Stockholm Monsters,
kango's stein massive,
LL Cool J,
Iggy Pop,
Bang On A Can,
Dennis Brown,
The Mummies,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Outsiders,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Leonard Cohen,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Livin' Joy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Malaria!,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lindisfarne,
Radiopuhelimet,
Youth Brigade,
Dave Gahan,
Moby Grape,
This Heat,
The Neon Judgement,
The Slits,
Pierre Henry,
Moss Icon,
ABBA,
Sam Rivers,
The Busters,
Fear,
Radio Birdman,
Gang of Four,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ralphi Rosario,
Darondo,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.