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 Uzbekistan and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin 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 The Saints to the techno 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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Angels of Light,
Duran Duran,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fad Gadget,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soul II Soul,
Matthew Halsall,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Grass Roots,
Black Flag,
Prince Buster,
The Smiths,
These Immortal Souls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Alice Coltrane,
Quantec,
X-101,
Public Enemy,
Terry Callier,
the Fania All-Stars,
Derrick May,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Little Man,
Rod Modell,
Susan Cadogan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
JFA,
Fela Kuti,
John Cale,
Ultravox,
The Beau Brummels,
The Electric Prunes,
David McCallum,
The Sound,
Desert Stars,
Camouflage,
Bauhaus,
The Stooges,
Neu!,
Derrick Morgan,
Blake Baxter,
Bluetip,
Funky Four + One,
Y Pants,
Inner City,
Country Joe & The Fish,
DJ Style,
Funkadelic,
The J.B.'s,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Dirtbombs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Blues Magoos,
Nirvana,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.