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 South Africa and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 OOIOO to the rock 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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 Fortunes,
The Dirtbombs,
The Skatalites,
Aural Exciters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dave Gahan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lakeside,
Roxette,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Germs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Moby Grape,
Black Sheep,
Byron Stingily,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Slits,
Jeff Mills,
Johnny Osbourne,
Radiohead,
LL Cool J,
Marc Almond,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ronan,
The Zeros,
Al Stewart,
Infiniti,
Second Layer,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wasted Youth,
Popol Vuh,
Girls At Our Best!,
Make Up,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rufus Thomas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bauhaus,
Wings,
Lindisfarne,
Sandy B,
Q and Not U,
Anthony Braxton,
Sister Nancy,
Joe Finger,
Vladislav Delay,
Roxy Music,
Underground Resistance,
Matthew Bourne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Laurel Aitken,
Eli Mardock,
Supertramp,
Throbbing Gristle,
Erasure,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ten City,
MDC,
Interpol,
Bobby Sherman,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.