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 Lithuania and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator 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 The Stooges to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Youth Brigade,
Mars,
Bush Tetras,
Faraquet,
Khruangbin,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
B.T. Express,
Bob Dylan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Juan Atkins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joy Division,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Electric Prunes,
Lakeside,
Kurtis Blow,
Dark Day,
The Divine Comedy,
Cymande,
Isaac Hayes,
Maurizio,
Marshall Jefferson,
Country Teasers,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Bananas,
Mark Hollis,
Hoover,
Masters at Work,
Tears for Fears,
Dual Sessions,
Big Daddy Kane,
Electric Prunes,
EPMD,
World's Most,
Ken Boothe,
The Durutti Column,
John Holt,
Throbbing Gristle,
Icehouse,
Lou Christie,
The Real Kids,
Jacob Miller,
One Last Wish,
Aswad,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grey Daturas,
The Red Krayola,
Marc Almond,
The Barracudas,
Godley & Creme,
Michelle Simonal,
Lalann,
Guru Guru,
CMW,
Bootsy Collins,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Basic Channel,
June Days,
Robert Hood,
Banda Bassotti,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.