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 Ethiopia and from London.
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 Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tres Demented,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
DJ Sneak,
Half Japanese,
Nik Kershaw,
Dark Day,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eli Mardock,
The Mojo Men,
Charles Mingus,
Echospace,
L. Decosne,
The Doors,
Agitation Free,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kenny Larkin,
Moss Icon,
The Five Americans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
E-Dancer,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fuzztones,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Reagan Youth,
Jeff Mills,
the Fania All-Stars,
Howard Jones,
Gil Scott Heron,
D'Angelo,
One Last Wish,
The Associates,
A Certain Ratio,
Cluster,
The Names,
Ossler,
Flipper,
Wire,
Ludus,
Aloha Tigers,
Alphaville,
Morten Harket,
Delta 5,
Matthew Bourne,
Piero Umiliani,
Boz Scaggs,
New York Dolls,
Vladislav Delay,
Jawbox,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Dead C,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Stetsasonic,
Dave Gahan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Amon Düül II,
Monks,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.