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 Bulgaria and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba 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 Make Up to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tres Demented,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mark Hollis,
The Fuzztones,
Metal Thangz,
The Wake,
Von Mondo,
Gang of Four,
Sam Rivers,
The Misunderstood,
Chris & Cosey,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lebanon Hanover,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Howard Jones,
John Lydon,
Scott Walker,
The Offenders,
Stiv Bators,
New Age Steppers,
Joyce Sims,
Arcadia,
Crispian St. Peters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Alison Limerick,
Anakelly,
Nik Kershaw,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Evens,
Eric Dolphy,
Saccharine Trust,
Tears for Fears,
E-Dancer,
Lightning Bolt,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Blancmange,
KRS-One,
David Axelrod,
Pagans,
Bronski Beat,
Masters at Work,
Section 25,
The Trojans,
Idris Muhammad,
Shoche,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pole,
Theoretical Girls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Television,
Quando Quango,
The Flesh Eaters,
Chrome,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rufus Thomas,
The Smiths,
Fatback Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Sugar Minott,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Associates,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.