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 Singapore and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar 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 Technova to the crunk 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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Matthew Bourne,
Eddi Front,
The Move,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kevin Saunderson,
Chrome,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sällskapet,
Chris & Cosey,
Basic Channel,
Quadrant,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nirvana,
The Remains,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Standells,
Aural Exciters,
Gong,
The Smiths,
Monolake,
La Düsseldorf,
Henry Cow,
Pierre Henry,
Accadde A,
John Coltrane,
Organ,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Last Poets,
Radiohead,
The Cowsills,
Sugar Minott,
The Raincoats,
Simply Red,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lungfish,
Scientists,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Knickerbockers,
The Angels of Light,
Dark Day,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Blake Baxter,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marine Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Main Source,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
EPMD,
Todd Rundgren,
Dead Boys,
Absolute Body Control,
The American Breed,
Motorama,
Icehouse,
Masters at Work,
The Gladiators,
Ornette Coleman,
Oneida,
Byron Stingily,
Anthony Braxton,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.