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 Bahamas and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Moody Blues to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Fat Boys,
Schoolly D,
Scan 7,
Ossler,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Faraquet,
The Motions,
Connie Case,
Scrapy,
Erykah Badu,
Porter Ricks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nik Kershaw,
Dark Day,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Howard Jones,
Pylon,
Buzzcocks,
JFA,
Mark Hollis,
Harmonia,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang Starr,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Smoke,
David Axelrod,
Metal Thangz,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cluster,
The Buckinghams,
Television,
June of 44,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Excepter,
The Grass Roots,
Outsiders,
The Mummies,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Foxx,
New York Dolls,
Amazonics,
Rakim,
The Busters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Harry Pussy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bauhaus,
Stereo Dub,
The Stooges,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Monks,
DNA,
Derrick Morgan,
The Techniques,
Letta Mbulu,
David Bowie,
Circle Jerks,
Radiohead,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.