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 Togo and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the crunk 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
The Seeds,
Youth Brigade,
The Names,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Associates,
Bill Wells,
Swell Maps,
CMW,
Radiohead,
Barbara Tucker,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Star Department,
the Slits,
The Beau Brummels,
Zero Boys,
The Five Americans,
Monolake,
Skriet,
Mr. Review,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kenny Larkin,
Graham Central Station,
the Germs,
Trumans Water,
Faust,
Jandek,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rekid,
Qualms,
Soft Cell,
Eli Mardock,
Pierre Henry,
Lyres,
ABBA,
Sunsets and Hearts,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Michelle Simonal,
Clear Light,
Supertramp,
Dave Gahan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Residents,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
June Days,
Wally Richardson,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Move,
David McCallum,
Niagra,
Cameo,
World's Most,
The Smiths,
Metal Thangz,
Thompson Twins,
Camouflage,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cramps,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.