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 Italy and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Fear to the electroclash 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
ABBA,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ohio Players,
Barbara Tucker,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Alice Coltrane,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Gladiators,
Donald Byrd,
The Moody Blues,
The Selecter,
Pierre Henry,
The Star Department,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Count Five,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Liliput,
Minnie Riperton,
Susan Cadogan,
Vladislav Delay,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roy Ayers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Camberwell Now,
The Litter,
Drive Like Jehu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nirvana,
AZ,
Stereo Dub,
Lebanon Hanover,
Neil Young,
Oblivians,
Section 25,
Stockholm Monsters,
Easy Going,
Arab on Radar,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cybotron,
Black Moon,
Dennis Brown,
Bad Manners,
Marc Almond,
PIL,
Skarface,
The Detroit Cobras,
Arthur Verocai,
Royal Trux,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wings,
The Leaves,
LL Cool J,
John Lydon,
Idris Muhammad,
The Angels of Light,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Amon Düül II,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Index,
Bluetip,
Bobby Byrd,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.