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 Azerbaijan and from London.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet 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 The Neon Judgement to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Davy DMX,
Pantaleimon,
Goldenarms,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Germs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Zapp,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Silicon Teens,
MDC,
The Remains,
Cal Tjader,
Cybotron,
Hoover,
Anakelly,
Ponytail,
Simply Red,
Jerry's Kids,
Roger Hodgson,
cv313,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Khruangbin,
Dark Day,
The Leaves,
Wolf Eyes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fall,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eric Dolphy,
Freddie Wadling,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joensuu 1685,
Isaac Hayes,
the Fania All-Stars,
X-102,
Carl Craig,
Hasil Adkins,
Thompson Twins,
The Monks,
LL Cool J,
Angry Samoans,
Mandrill,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Newcleus,
Bang On A Can,
The Grass Roots,
The Litter,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lucky Dragons,
Kevin Saunderson,
Josef K,
Archie Shepp,
Roxy Music,
Laurel Aitken,
Bauhaus,
JFA,
Rakim,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.