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 Armenia and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb 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 Rapeman to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Smog,
Wolf Eyes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sun Ra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Pop Group,
Magazine,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Saints,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Bananas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ponytail,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Searchers,
Au Pairs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Shuggie Otis,
Eric Dolphy,
Japan,
Letta Mbulu,
The Kinks,
Marc Almond,
The Gladiators,
Deepchord,
Big Daddy Kane,
Thompson Twins,
Mo-Dettes,
Rekid,
The Standells,
The Neon Judgement,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Parry Music,
Von Mondo,
Nils Olav,
Black Pus,
Judy Mowatt,
Tropical Tobacco,
Silicon Teens,
The Blackbyrds,
Ice-T,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Gap Band,
The Index,
EPMD,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Remains,
Terry Callier,
ABBA,
Brand Nubian,
Jimmy McGriff,
Section 25,
Tom Boy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pet Shop Boys,
Panda Bear,
Marshall Jefferson,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Offenders,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.