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 Kyrgyzstan and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Visage to the jazz 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
X-101,
Jeff Lynne,
Roger Hodgson,
Freddie Wadling,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Monks,
DJ Style,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Maurizio,
The Zeros,
Flamin' Groovies,
Graham Central Station,
Television Personalities,
New York Dolls,
The Cowsills,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Invisible,
Amon Düül,
Sugar Minott,
The Flesh Eaters,
Thompson Twins,
The Litter,
The United States of America,
Parry Music,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tom Boy,
The Golliwogs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Derrick May,
Barrington Levy,
Camberwell Now,
The Techniques,
X-Ray Spex,
Fat Boys,
Lou Christie,
Stereo Dub,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
June Days,
Television,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tropical Tobacco,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crash Course in Science,
R.M.O.,
Blossom Toes,
Intrusion,
The Wake,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Victims,
New Age Steppers,
Eli Mardock,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Birthday Party,
Fluxion,
The American Breed,
the Soft Cell,
Lyres,
Shoche,
Pantaleimon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tres Demented,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.