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 Ireland and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kerrie Biddell to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Stockholm Monsters,
Blake Baxter,
Scratch Acid,
Echospace,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sällskapet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Remains,
Kerrie Biddell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Don Cherry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Talk Talk,
The Sound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wally Richardson,
Jacques Brel,
The Seeds,
Funky Four + One,
Liliput,
The New Christs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Bizarre Inc.,
Warsaw,
a-ha,
The Standells,
Gang Starr,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Matthew Bourne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lyres,
Leonard Cohen,
Gang Green,
the Normal,
Vladislav Delay,
Davy DMX,
The Divine Comedy,
Prince Buster,
Loose Ends,
Black Bananas,
Harmonia,
The Shadows of Knight,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Alarm Clocks,
Electric Prunes,
John Foxx,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Misunderstood,
Q and Not U,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nils Olav,
Sarah Menescal,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minutemen,
Pantaleimon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.