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 Mexico and from Johannesburg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Bauhaus to the disco 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Babytalk,
Tres Demented,
Tommy Roe,
Danielle Patucci,
Lungfish,
Boredoms,
The Moody Blues,
Bluetip,
The Golliwogs,
Alison Limerick,
Ten City,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Susan Cadogan,
Matthew Halsall,
Moebius,
Crooked Eye,
Sexual Harrassment,
Chris Corsano,
Brothers Johnson,
The Angels of Light,
Minny Pops,
Amazonics,
Toni Rubio,
Drexciya,
Niagra,
Cluster,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Funky Four + One,
Alice Coltrane,
Gichy Dan,
Eric Copeland,
Bill Wells,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bang On A Can,
Jandek,
Mantronix,
The Gap Band,
Alphaville,
the Slits,
Cybotron,
the Association,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fugazi,
Tim Buckley,
Swans,
Essential Logic,
T. Rex,
The Grass Roots,
Stereo Dub,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roger Hodgson,
The Standells,
B.T. Express,
Banda Bassotti,
Inner City,
The Fortunes,
Echospace,
The Gories,
The Vogues,
Warsaw,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.