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 Sierra Leone and from London.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe 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 Model 500 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Pierre Henry,
Pole,
MDC,
Jeru the Damaja,
Young Marble Giants,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eurythmics,
The Zeros,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Stetsasonic,
Pulsallama,
Banda Bassotti,
Patti Smith,
Lalo Schifrin,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crash Course in Science,
Pere Ubu,
Camberwell Now,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Michelle Simonal,
Oneida,
Fugazi,
Bizarre Inc.,
Silicon Teens,
Laurel Aitken,
Cheater Slicks,
The Angels of Light,
The Birthday Party,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Heaven 17,
Man Eating Sloth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dave Gahan,
DJ Sneak,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lalann,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alton Ellis,
Pussy Galore,
Con Funk Shun,
Buzzcocks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bluetip,
Sound Behaviour,
kango's stein massive,
The New Christs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Blancmange,
FM Einheit,
Colin Newman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Pus,
Mr. Review,
Gabor Szabo,
Yusef Lateef,
The Gun Club,
Hoover,
Byron Stingily,
Kaleidoscope,
Johnny Clarke,
Susan Cadogan,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.