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 Tajikistan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mad Mike to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Livin' Joy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Faust,
Maleditus Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crime,
Porter Ricks,
Severed Heads,
The Slits,
Nico,
The Music Machine,
Scientists,
The Monochrome Set,
a-ha,
the Association,
Marine Girls,
Amazonics,
In Retrospect,
Public Image Ltd.,
Duran Duran,
The American Breed,
James White and The Blacks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lakeside,
Subhumans,
Monolake,
New York Dolls,
Youth Brigade,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tom Boy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Royal Trux,
Robert Wyatt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
EPMD,
Roy Ayers,
The Smiths,
Toni Rubio,
Aural Exciters,
These Immortal Souls,
Masters at Work,
Kevin Saunderson,
Maurizio,
Pole,
The Star Department,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fortunes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Quantec,
Laurel Aitken,
Kayak,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cowsills,
Tommy Roe,
Chrome,
Black Pus,
Siglo XX,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Offenders,
Sarah Menescal,
The Toasters,
The Zeros,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.