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 Switzerland and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Schoolly D to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Malaria!,
Monolake,
Godley & Creme,
Chris & Cosey,
Stiv Bators,
The Index,
Franke,
Eden Ahbez,
Marvin Gaye,
The Golliwogs,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fuzztones,
Pylon,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fire Engines,
Ultravox,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Pus,
The Neon Judgement,
Country Teasers,
Fluxion,
R.M.O.,
Connie Case,
Parry Music,
Stetsasonic,
Soft Cell,
June Days,
Sonic Youth,
Reuben Wilson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
F. McDonald,
Pulsallama,
Skriet,
Monks,
The Velvet Underground,
Derrick Morgan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Martian,
Alton Ellis,
Ohio Players,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lungfish,
U.S. Maple,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eddi Front,
the Association,
Drive Like Jehu,
Babytalk,
Neu!,
David McCallum,
FM Einheit,
Negative Approach,
Cluster,
T.S.O.L.,
Spoonie Gee,
The Grass Roots,
Minny Pops,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Yaz,
China Crisis,
The Standells,
The Vogues,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.