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 Haiti and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 June of 44 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Lakeside,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Electric Prunes,
Prince Buster,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Neon Judgement,
Jacob Miller,
Hasil Adkins,
Average White Band,
The Red Krayola,
Pussy Galore,
Banda Bassotti,
Sixth Finger,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Alarm Clocks,
Depeche Mode,
The Busters,
A Certain Ratio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
LL Cool J,
Suburban Knight,
Lyres,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Davy DMX,
Harpers Bizarre,
Saccharine Trust,
the Human League,
Sugar Minott,
Lungfish,
Brand Nubian,
Television Personalities,
Max Romeo,
Cybotron,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Move,
Ultravox,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Mummies,
Flash Fearless,
The Leaves,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Walker Brothers,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Stooges,
Amazonics,
Matthew Halsall,
Joensuu 1685,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Kinks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tim Buckley,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Popol Vuh,
Simply Red,
Sun Ra,
Ronnie Foster,
The Associates,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.