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 Israel and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mars to the crunk 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
The Stooges,
Terrestrial Tones,
Swell Maps,
Stiv Bators,
Eve St. Jones,
Bootsy Collins,
Brand Nubian,
Deakin,
Arcadia,
New York Dolls,
The Saints,
Average White Band,
Scion,
Motorama,
Black Moon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
June Days,
the Sonics,
Tres Demented,
Hashim,
Aloha Tigers,
Yaz,
Crooked Eye,
Tears for Fears,
Au Pairs,
Supertramp,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Residents,
Franke,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Aural Exciters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sällskapet,
Moss Icon,
Lungfish,
Monks,
Prince Buster,
Sound Behaviour,
Warren Ellis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
David Axelrod,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jawbox,
Piero Umiliani,
Con Funk Shun,
Aswad,
Scott Walker,
Slave,
Spoonie Gee,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Skriet,
Television Personalities,
Ohio Players,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Saccharine Trust,
Bang On A Can,
Drexciya,
Michelle Simonal,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.