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 Seychelles and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the jazz 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Tomorrow,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crime,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Faraquet,
Cheater Slicks,
Suicide,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marcia Griffiths,
Susan Cadogan,
One Last Wish,
Procol Harum,
H. Thieme,
Gang of Four,
Sex Pistols,
Visage,
The Electric Prunes,
UT,
Groovy Waters,
Khruangbin,
Lyres,
Jeff Mills,
The Tremeloes,
Sonic Youth,
Davy DMX,
These Immortal Souls,
The Modern Lovers,
The Dead C,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roy Ayers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Archie Shepp,
Franke,
Bootsy Collins,
Second Layer,
The Count Five,
Newcleus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dark Day,
The Human League,
Bill Near,
Mission of Burma,
Black Pus,
kango's stein massive,
Chris Corsano,
Morten Harket,
Lindisfarne,
Eve St. Jones,
Derrick May,
Grauzone,
Lalann,
Dennis Brown,
The Zeros,
World's Most,
James White and The Blacks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Matthew Bourne,
David Bowie,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.