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 San Marino and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bob Dylan to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb 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 linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
The Beau Brummels,
Mr. Review,
Gong,
Archie Shepp,
Dead Boys,
Robert Görl,
Agitation Free,
Brick,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Cure,
LL Cool J,
Minnie Riperton,
David Axelrod,
The United States of America,
Neu!,
K-Klass,
Glenn Branca,
Crooked Eye,
Radio Birdman,
Marc Almond,
Derrick May,
Blossom Toes,
Jacques Brel,
Scan 7,
Yazoo,
Cameo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Negative Approach,
Simply Red,
Alton Ellis,
Echospace,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soft Cell,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mission of Burma,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
China Crisis,
The Grass Roots,
Arab on Radar,
Wings,
Suicide,
Hashim,
The Gories,
T.S.O.L.,
Eurythmics,
Banda Bassotti,
Barry Ungar,
The Remains,
Bob Dylan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Juan Atkins,
Mary Jane Girls,
Camouflage,
Ice-T,
Grey Daturas,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.