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 Mauritius and from Philadelphia.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Byron Stingily to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Association,
The Angels of Light,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Malaria!,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eddi Front,
Motorama,
Jerry's Kids,
DJ Style,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Associates,
FM Einheit,
Saccharine Trust,
The Evens,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Johnny Clarke,
Symarip,
John Lydon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Arcadia,
Sparks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Popol Vuh,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bad Manners,
Nik Kershaw,
Lalann,
Animal Collective,
Porter Ricks,
David Bowie,
Jeru the Damaja,
Radiohead,
Alice Coltrane,
Cymande,
Radiopuhelimet,
DJ Sneak,
Reagan Youth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Iggy Pop,
The Offenders,
Hasil Adkins,
The American Breed,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
U.S. Maple,
Slick Rick,
Cecil Taylor,
The Monochrome Set,
Rotary Connection,
The Doobie Brothers,
Spandau Ballet,
Eurythmics,
Joy Division,
Bobby Byrd,
Negative Approach,
Rakim,
Tears for Fears,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fall,
Warren Ellis,
Depeche Mode,
David McCallum,
Sam Rivers,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.