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 Qatar and from Taipei.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Royal Trux,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Goldenarms,
Althea and Donna,
Ludus,
The Modern Lovers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sonny Sharrock,
Toni Rubio,
The Searchers,
Dark Day,
the Slits,
Robert Hood,
Tropical Tobacco,
Guru Guru,
Unwound,
Pantaleimon,
Clear Light,
the Association,
Eve St. Jones,
Soulsonic Force,
Icehouse,
DNA,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Subhumans,
Rekid,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nils Olav,
Bobby Byrd,
Stiv Bators,
Eddi Front,
The Fall,
Panda Bear,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Brand Nubian,
The Music Machine,
Arcadia,
Morten Harket,
Tomorrow,
Parry Music,
Little Man,
Skarface,
Marine Girls,
Sun City Girls,
Derrick Morgan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Animal Collective,
Sixth Finger,
Sex Pistols,
The Real Kids,
The American Breed,
Marshall Jefferson,
Johnny Clarke,
Vladislav Delay,
The Kinks,
This Heat,
Colin Newman,
Trumans Water,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.