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 South Africa and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar 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 Adolescents to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Fatback Band,
The Residents,
The Toasters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Morten Harket,
Grandmaster Flash,
Depeche Mode,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The American Breed,
K-Klass,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Section 25,
Bootsy Collins,
Dave Gahan,
Toni Rubio,
Jacob Miller,
Cheater Slicks,
Rekid,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Holt,
Gil Scott Heron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Smoke,
Susan Cadogan,
Robert Görl,
Maleditus Sound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soft Cell,
The Fall,
Yazoo,
Crash Course in Science,
Max Romeo,
The Misunderstood,
Sister Nancy,
DNA,
Harry Pussy,
Malaria!,
Lebanon Hanover,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Mojo Men,
Amon Düül,
Freddie Wadling,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
These Immortal Souls,
DJ Style,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lower 48,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Brothers Johnson,
Blancmange,
Glenn Branca,
The Durutti Column,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rapeman,
F. McDonald,
Byron Stingily,
the Normal,
PIL,
The Beau Brummels,
Sixth Finger,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.