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 Liechtenstein and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Black Flag to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Symarip,
Camberwell Now,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fortunes,
MDC,
Masters at Work,
A Certain Ratio,
Altered Images,
Parry Music,
Gerry Rafferty,
Michelle Simonal,
Tubeway Army,
The Seeds,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Funkadelic,
The Stooges,
Marine Girls,
Malaria!,
Blossom Toes,
Eve St. Jones,
Anthony Braxton,
Moebius,
Black Bananas,
Crime,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ronnie Foster,
The Divine Comedy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Moby Grape,
Nico,
Urselle,
Sun Ra,
Lungfish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dual Sessions,
Monks,
Sex Pistols,
Amazonics,
Nation of Ulysses,
Stockholm Monsters,
Metal Thangz,
John Lydon,
Minor Threat,
Arthur Verocai,
Gang of Four,
Ultravox,
The Walker Brothers,
Wally Richardson,
Basic Channel,
Neu!,
ABBA,
Junior Murvin,
Laurel Aitken,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bush Tetras,
Fat Boys,
Freddie Wadling,
Tomorrow,
Cluster,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.