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 Greece and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Derrick Morgan to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Kevin Saunderson,
Infiniti,
The Victims,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The American Breed,
Ralphi Rosario,
Interpol,
The Offenders,
Ituana,
Brick,
Dave Gahan,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Germs,
the Association,
The New Christs,
The Sonics,
Unrelated Segments,
Qualms,
Glenn Branca,
The Evens,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wasted Youth,
The Fugs,
Isaac Hayes,
Bush Tetras,
Intrusion,
Lou Reed,
Kenny Larkin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Arcadia,
Byron Stingily,
Scan 7,
John Foxx,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
UT,
Young Marble Giants,
John Lydon,
Shuggie Otis,
E-Dancer,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lee Hazlewood,
Funky Four + One,
the Soft Cell,
Popol Vuh,
The Pop Group,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alton Ellis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Buzzcocks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bill Near,
Urselle,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Harry Pussy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
ABC,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.