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 Samoa and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Bizarre Inc. to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lakeside,
Mo-Dettes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jeff Lynne,
Darondo,
Radio Birdman,
Rod Modell,
The Monochrome Set,
Morten Harket,
Soft Machine,
Curtis Mayfield,
Funky Four + One,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ponytail,
Heaven 17,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Vogues,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
UT,
Bizarre Inc.,
Shuggie Otis,
Scott Walker,
Fugazi,
Joyce Sims,
the Swans,
Interpol,
The Victims,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Barrington Levy,
The Divine Comedy,
Organ,
Kaleidoscope,
Lou Christie,
Sparks,
Dead Boys,
The Fall,
FM Einheit,
Todd Terry,
Hardrive,
Vladislav Delay,
The Skatalites,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Zapp,
Audionom,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Prince Buster,
Al Stewart,
The Black Dice,
Shoche,
Sonic Youth,
Warsaw,
Connie Case,
The Human League,
Cecil Taylor,
Cymande,
Toni Rubio,
Dorothy Ashby,
Erykah Badu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jimmy McGriff,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.