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 Hungary and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 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 In Retrospect to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band 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?
Terrestrial Tones,
Fluxion,
The Knickerbockers,
Sonic Youth,
The Smiths,
Hasil Adkins,
Simply Red,
Shuggie Otis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
PIL,
Blossom Toes,
Cheater Slicks,
Chris & Cosey,
Swans,
The Cramps,
Malaria!,
Subhumans,
Robert Görl,
Babytalk,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Association,
Half Japanese,
China Crisis,
The Blackbyrds,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Holt,
The Slackers,
Darondo,
X-101,
John Foxx,
Ken Boothe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Alphaville,
David Bowie,
Sex Pistols,
La Düsseldorf,
Amazonics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Minny Pops,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
X-102,
Barrington Levy,
Black Flag,
The Red Krayola,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jeff Mills,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Moby Grape,
Gang Green,
Derrick May,
Flash Fearless,
Make Up,
Nick Fraelich,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.