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 Kazakhstan and from Copenhagen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Marcia Griffiths to the techno 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
The Doors,
FM Einheit,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
L. Decosne,
Matthew Bourne,
Masters at Work,
Pussy Galore,
Silicon Teens,
Alton Ellis,
The Modern Lovers,
Skriet,
The Dead C,
Liliput,
Duran Duran,
Flamin' Groovies,
T. Rex,
Sugar Minott,
Ludus,
Black Moon,
Moss Icon,
Yaz,
John Lydon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alison Limerick,
Q65,
Slave,
David McCallum,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gang Green,
The Golliwogs,
Sällskapet,
ABC,
Public Enemy,
Black Flag,
Eli Mardock,
Country Teasers,
Schoolly D,
Banda Bassotti,
Parry Music,
Aswad,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eve St. Jones,
Sonic Youth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
CMW,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sex Pistols,
Arab on Radar,
Blancmange,
Kaleidoscope,
Pere Ubu,
KRS-One,
Frankie Knuckles,
Warsaw,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.