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 South Africa and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
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 chamberlin 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 Drexciya 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Fad Gadget,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Delta 5,
ABBA,
Thompson Twins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joe Finger,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cybotron,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Golliwogs,
H. Thieme,
Guru Guru,
Mo-Dettes,
The Leaves,
Steve Hackett,
John Lydon,
The Five Americans,
Stereo Dub,
Kerrie Biddell,
Maurizio,
Index,
Rufus Thomas,
China Crisis,
Bush Tetras,
Moby Grape,
Minny Pops,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sun Ra,
The Raincoats,
Visage,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
E-Dancer,
Soft Machine,
Arthur Verocai,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scrapy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Alphaville,
Faraquet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
a-ha,
Jawbox,
Archie Shepp,
June of 44,
AZ,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
MDC,
This Heat,
Ronan,
F. McDonald,
Roger Hodgson,
In Retrospect,
The Pop Group,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.