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 Fiji and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 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 Parry Music 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
The Move,
The United States of America,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tubeway Army,
Sparks,
Main Source,
Judy Mowatt,
Charles Mingus,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Birthday Party,
Alison Limerick,
Letta Mbulu,
Warren Ellis,
Eric Copeland,
Thee Headcoats,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fall,
Beasts of Bourbon,
T.S.O.L.,
Nick Fraelich,
The Young Rascals,
Brothers Johnson,
Reuben Wilson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wolf Eyes,
Zero Boys,
Silicon Teens,
Spoonie Gee,
Ten City,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Velvet Underground,
Ludus,
The Count Five,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Accadde A,
Franke,
Japan,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Last Poets,
KRS-One,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lakeside,
Iggy Pop,
Ossler,
Neu!,
the Normal,
Wings,
Harry Pussy,
Model 500,
Andrew Hill,
The Seeds,
Soft Cell,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Depeche Mode,
Sonic Youth,
The Fugs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gong,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.