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 Czech Republic and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum 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 Flamin' Groovies to the grime 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Subhumans,
Suburban Knight,
Nico,
Avey Tare,
Anakelly,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Electric Prunes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Youth Brigade,
Marshall Jefferson,
Panda Bear,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Make Up,
Glenn Branca,
The Vogues,
Interpol,
Cluster,
Con Funk Shun,
Radio Birdman,
Agent Orange,
ABBA,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Q65,
The Sonics,
X-Ray Spex,
Gil Scott Heron,
Moss Icon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Blackbyrds,
Royal Trux,
Gichy Dan,
Das Ding,
Stiv Bators,
Mars,
Ludus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cymande,
Kurtis Blow,
Godley & Creme,
Quantec,
Simply Red,
the Human League,
Rekid,
Echospace,
Dennis Brown,
The Saints,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Average White Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fire Engines,
The Leaves,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
H. Thieme,
June Days,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kas Product,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.