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 Peru and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the jazz 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Eurythmics,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Normal,
Rekid,
The Barracudas,
Pylon,
Thompson Twins,
Minny Pops,
Toni Rubio,
Flipper,
The Neon Judgement,
Depeche Mode,
Average White Band,
JFA,
The Motions,
Saccharine Trust,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Pop Group,
The Dead C,
Tommy Roe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Q and Not U,
Tom Boy,
Reuben Wilson,
The Victims,
The Electric Prunes,
Agent Orange,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Smiths,
Johnny Clarke,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Associates,
Kerrie Biddell,
Anakelly,
Lyres,
Sällskapet,
Joe Smooth,
Altered Images,
Derrick May,
DJ Sneak,
Hot Snakes,
Circle Jerks,
Judy Mowatt,
Magma,
The Last Poets,
The Five Americans,
The J.B.'s,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eric Dolphy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The New Christs,
The Zeros,
Lalo Schifrin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Popol Vuh,
Excepter,
The Alarm Clocks,
This Heat,
Dave Gahan,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.