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 Burkina and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rhythm & Sound to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Zero Boys,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Swans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bob Dylan,
Marvin Gaye,
Pulsallama,
The Martian,
The United States of America,
Funky Four + One,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Loose Ends,
Pierre Henry,
Fear,
The Names,
Robert Hood,
Bizarre Inc.,
Aswad,
The Young Rascals,
Alice Coltrane,
Mark Hollis,
Rotary Connection,
The Slackers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Banda Bassotti,
Ken Boothe,
Letta Mbulu,
Bronski Beat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Glambeats Corp.,
Yaz,
The Saints,
Rekid,
Brick,
Underground Resistance,
The Litter,
Lalann,
DNA,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alison Limerick,
Iggy Pop,
Quadrant,
Little Man,
Derrick May,
Lucky Dragons,
Suicide,
Eurythmics,
Swell Maps,
F. McDonald,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Peter and Kerry,
The Cure,
Malaria!,
The Sound,
Jimmy McGriff,
Man Parrish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Vainqueur,
James White and The Blacks,
The Count Five,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.