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 Tunisia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe 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 Lou Reed to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Morten Harket,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cybotron,
Kerri Chandler,
Idris Muhammad,
Nation of Ulysses,
Warsaw,
Lucky Dragons,
R.M.O.,
The Fall,
Sister Nancy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fatback Band,
Aural Exciters,
The Mojo Men,
Bad Manners,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hashim,
China Crisis,
Soul II Soul,
Yusef Lateef,
David Bowie,
Scott Walker,
Outsiders,
Lou Christie,
Letta Mbulu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Last Poets,
Bob Dylan,
Amon Düül,
Rapeman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Quadrant,
Glenn Branca,
Bill Wells,
JFA,
Rekid,
Derrick May,
Gang of Four,
Cal Tjader,
Suburban Knight,
Minny Pops,
Soft Machine,
Eli Mardock,
Deadbeat,
The Kinks,
Audionom,
The Sonics,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fire Engines,
Nick Fraelich,
The Cowsills,
Brothers Johnson,
Procol Harum,
Harmonia,
Danielle Patucci,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.